#2 of Poetry
Silly little bird,
I see you leap and play.
I wish that I could soar,
the way you do so gay.
I see you in the sky,
I watch you as you sway,
like a gentle lover,
upon the breeze you stay.
I wish that I could fly,
the way I see you do.
if only I had wings,
I'd leap and fly like you.
For now I'm just content,
to listen to you coo,
and dream of flying high,
way up there in the blue.
I'm bad, I'm a develishy slimy man, with wicked and vile intentions, and a infernal and hellish plan. Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick, unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit. A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in...
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