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Hello, sparrow, my girl’s little pet,
she plays around with you, holds you,
gives you her fingertip to peck at,
teasing, poking to make you bite harder,
and glows, lovely, her eyes flashing,
thinking, I know, of other sweet games
and things to soothe the pain a little
once the heavy burning need dies down.
Wish I could play with you like that
and ease my mind of my deep trouble.
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Veranius, my best friend, dearer to me than
any thousand friends I know, is it true
that you’ve come back home again, home
to your loving brothers, your elderly mother?
It is true. And what beautiful news to me!
I’ll see you safe and so... See full document! |
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