Spinner Parrot Poems

mind i not tonight.
looming artivice of night.
though my birth I glad.
death day of i dont sad.
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When gaged I by death.
And gone through i threat.
Let beneath this grime.
This epitaph as alarm:
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Might had a bard a siester
In poise might be his pen
Fears but not of sinister
The But trend beyond his ken
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When worsen the worse
And dust welcomes the gust.
Let dares not human plead.
This earth torment to flee.
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Adieu!
The faded night.
Good night
then the moon.
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