I Sit Atossed To Heaven's Skies By Thee, Wherewith The Myths And Lies Of Fame Not Be. I Floss Not Fear Nor Flaunt No Foe While There. My Style Is... Comments
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I sit atossed to heaven's skies by thee, Wherewith the myths and lies of fame not be. I floss not fear nor flaunt no foe while there. My style is strong, not weak, and my beak most fair.
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