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Raveness

Oh Raveness, beak lined with silver,

Show me to your nest.

With primped plumage and

Eager brow of fellow kin,

Wherein the troubled rest.

At noon to lay upon thine tender skin

And at eve to warm thy breast.

Flutter softly, sweet Raveness.

Cheeks flushed so with red

An oily, sweet, uncaring caress.

All fluttering flattery leads to the head and to the chest....
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