Would it be a Challenge to be a Poet,
When most Laurels fluttering all over you
Decide to Peck at your Neck?
But should you Decide to be so Kind,
To Pick an Earthen Gift you left behind.
Then those Doves will soon Shed into Ravens,
And Sway at you with Feathers this time.
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