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Poem: Twitterpated

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The songbirds danced in a twirl of flight:

Yellow feathers, blue feathers, shining in the light.

The night came down and still they danced;

With sweet trills of love, they preened and pranced.

The lightning flashed not as bright as their eyes.

No lips to kiss, but they sang no lies:

And though such mouths aren’t made to kiss,

Their kisses rang out in melodic bliss!