Rooster
Wanted to, be pigeon; am not
I'm rooster
A sparrow, a he goat or a dog
Pigeons, doves, as I'm told
Mingle but
Love spouse, with rest cold
But not I
My world comes through eye
Aim to stroll
As roosters I see hen on enter
I wish I was a pigeon or a dove
Unless I,
Have seen things, unreal as I do
I love nymphs; beauty of Venus
Staring admire
Smell and get close for the touch
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