An opera is a barn, with some of the divas swinging, as a barn swallow, dipped in hue, is a love that is bringing,
Tenderness,
The barn swallow swoops, to give the worm, to the cheeping (at low volume) of the word-bird, to its brood, whose beaks do gnash,stomachs growl, a beautiful colored bird,
For Ben Franklin saw the turkey, the Nazis saw the eagle,
A turkey’s neck is a disgrace, plus turkeys never soar, though in the final analysis, they fly better than you or me. Which is to say, if a turkey jumped off the Empire State Building, it probably would not be in suicide. It would, rather, be a jump start.
Spam of Human Affection 
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