could abash little birds,plumpy,fatty,slekky pompous with meddled sighs,hardworked oxen maimed grits,Carrion in the palace of skulls,crown's splinters enthroned on scaffold bones,chirping birds in golden feathers,in rain soaked awesome weathers.Solitary flight faintly,dizzying height,like towers and molehills,sure like emmets in sunsets sky.Stormy petrels,a thousand miles from land,roaring seas tossing,billow to billow cast,fleecy snow on stormy blast,scattered sails like weeds,quivering reedlike shaky masts.Seabirds that float upon the waves,the juvenile Sea-mew on waters blue dreaming,the Seagulls with stormy wings,gray spirit of the seas,turpedo of wild waters,neath the sky tumult plumes gray wing roaming,trouncing distance from Ocean's dimness to lone water ways cliffs empurpled cerulean bays,rocking cavern emerald gleam,cartest souls of halcyon days away.Not pine away little beachbird eclipses,with melancholic voices,boding cry in the flying waves,bade farewell to fairland in rejoic
es.Gust of t
he winds.
es.Gust of the winds.
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