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Ravens Flight - Voices of Spite (My First Ever Vilanelle) (Villanelle) by Don-Quixote

Voices from me withered mouth did bite the day me tapestry did fray Taking flight much like an over-intoxicated kite The loss of me trusted carpet brought about spite me inner devil knew that someone must pay Voices from me withered mouth did bite A spell loomed over the coming night me inner lawyer said the ravens now held sway Taking flight much like an over-intoxicated kite Me ears founds their crowing to be trite determined i was to have the last say Voices from me withered mouth did bite Feathered foe thought me filled with fright cackling with songs that were gay Taking flight much like an over-intoxicated kite It was a such a dreadful sight when them ravens would not pay Voices from me withered mouth did bite Taking flight much like an over-intoxicated kite

SupremeDreamer 7-Oct-03/11:31 PM
my friend? your quite mistaken, or very lonely.




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