A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
And thought it very nice
I think, because his empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice —
Invigorated, waded
In all the deepest Sky
Until his little Figure
Was forfeited away —
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
And thought it very nice
I think, because his empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice —
Invigorated, waded
In all the deepest Sky
Until his little Figure
Was forfeited away —
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