colwin daniso Mouth is a thrush Of Swedish yodellers' ilk His vocal wings unclipped he Flaps and flaps and Soars or lowers in His azure domain. And so dear to the ear is The madrigal he tunefully chirps And so dreary to the ear is The dirge he sorrowfully cheeps When inklings in the head like A cauldron bubble and sputter When from the head Inklings coiled unfurl When in the head tiny Muse like a spark flares To a large luminous flame Of Apollo"s choicing
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