Now I will tell you
The story of the tapered falcon
And the ruse that traveled some seas
The rusty salt left them smelling
In the waves and the wind tore their wings
Of habit and musings
I was listening to the credo of idle whisper
When the long wipers of the sharp beaks
Left me rushing for safely cavity
The earth is small and the seas smaller
As the space is never enough
For them to soar as they leap
Our ground looks big, the homes bigger
From the desk to the cot
Brisking our living, in our quarters
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