Haris Foulu

The Age Of Fables

Ultimately, I got the eyeful of it
If in the greatest of dreams I beheld
At last, the percepts of my imagery
As my eyes opened around a nest plumy
Alone there I lay, past the pricey care of the world
Thereupon, with excitement, I jumped aground and aloft
Soon, in an interim between my bodily rubs and scrape
A sudden, my wings were found to be starting to flap
Overjoyed with surprise, I held on to that brief spell of vim

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