"Then if your lovely song would grace my ears, or to even hear you speak, would ease my pains and fears." The crow looked down with a candy in his beak. "Your poems of wisdom, my good crow, what a paradise they bring!" This flattery pleased the proud bird, so he opened his mouth and began to sing:
"Your subtle acclamation's true! Best to give praise where praise is due. Every rook and jay in the Corvidae's been raving about me too. They admire me, one and all. Must be the passion in my caw! My slender bill known through the escadrille, my fierce commanding claw!"
I got a walnut brownie brain, and molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine. Let the crescent cookie rise. These carob colored almond eyes will rest to see my cashewed princess in the swirling marble sky. Will rest upon the knee, where all the visions cease to be. A root beer float in our banana boat across the tapioca sea. When letting all attachments go, is the only prayer we know, may it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh.
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