and to a deerfly, speeding with greedy zoom;
What fine feast of left-outs and day-olds
has entreated your beating wings and imbued
your maneuvers with shards and unstable
thwarts at far fewer marks than our
bleeding bards can consume?
I cannot see which the wind may pull,
but I can tell you I see what you do.
Magpie and Deerfly, you are both on my list
Magpie and Deerfly, you are both on my list
of things to rebel, revolt and resist
against, and again! you bite at my neck
and you rape of my hand.
If this violence persists, I'll drop pen and grab sand.
I'll throw dirt-balls at you and your pestilent crew
and make off with the crumbs that you scammed.
If this violence persists, I'll drop pen and grab sand.
I'll throw dirt-balls at you and your pestilent crew
and make off with the crumbs that you scammed.
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