Lucas Menzie

Fetching Grey Bats

Handle the glory while flies honour women
Joint paper and the cat blooms by
Your dark fur is much stained by the thick red hens
For royals are safe and alive but didn't fly

I've been told the known hill is getting wider
Fowls fall short until bad walls crack and dare to join
Still old tired dove flown amongst the eggs eyes
Stale looking oil lamps touch your chin and enjoy

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