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A yellow feather
of a note

delighted bounding
canary birdcry!

Up, my Norwich,
spit the bitter

gravel out
throw out the little

ball in midair
grasp the cuttlebone

with male claws.
Come, my Coppy

eat your seed
The sun lights up

the lettuce leaf
between the bars!
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