She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- by Emily Dickinson
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look of feet -- Her eyes increase to Balls --
Her Jaws stir -- twitching -- hungry -- Her Teeth can hardly stand -- She leaps, but Robin leaped the first -- Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening -- You almost bathed your Tongue -- When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes -- And fled with every one --
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