Chatter Crack the tree that trumply towered
Toppled, Thunder, Wack, O, Flagellation Sting.
The guilt here lies, the same turned Lion Coward,
And falling, clipped my humming bird of wing.
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My mind chastised churns chants and chants of foul
And foolish thinking taunts my tell-tale heart.
For songs of Wolf and Wooded Spotted Owl
Have torn the trunk of towering Oa…
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