Foil Hattiest Poems

There came the other day to town
Most angry men of heavy frown
With words too far beyond profane
And metal bows that fired flame
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Far neath the surface damp and bitter stones
In brooding rings descending form a deeper well
Where hardened hearts and silent mourning souls
In solitude will eager long to exiled dwell
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A feathered plague's upon my boat
A screeching flapping noisy pest
They drape it in a sticky coat
From bow to stern a smelly mess
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