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Winnow

by  akram

Posted: Thursday, October 14, 2004
Word Count: 50
Summary: my thought of the timid rumbley




I am a Winnow so sleek and tall
am i to trounce them when i fall
against the tress of burnt umber i shall sing
until verilly i shall take to wing
with a wombat that straddles my brock
am i to end up deep down in shock

akram 10.04