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A window ajarred,
Opened from its ledge;
Where flakes of dry paint
Decorates its worn edge.
You hear a song sung
Of first hand fodder
Hitting the ears
Like the leather gloved boxer.
A verse with hooks.
A bridge that crosses.
An uppercut chorus,
That triumphs the losses.
Herding felines
To master their purr,
A song thrush mimicries
Their beloved blackbird.
All figures of speech.
Ideas brightly lit.
Take heed of the one
With their own mother wit.
Opened from its ledge;
Where flakes of dry paint
Decorates its worn edge.
You hear a song sung
Of first hand fodder
Hitting the ears
Like the leather gloved boxer.
A verse with hooks.
A bridge that crosses.
An uppercut chorus,
That triumphs the losses.
Herding felines
To master their purr,
A song thrush mimicries
Their beloved blackbird.
All figures of speech.
Ideas brightly lit.
Take heed of the one
With their own mother wit.
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