As black as my birdlover poet\'s pen ink hue upon hue
A rook and a raven flew and flew
when the wind it breezily blew and blew
and blustery became the view view view
An albatross then gracefully took to the air
and for hours it seemed to linger there
O\' birds of flight your secrets tell
and if you know which of us
had end up in heaven or hell?
For isn\'t all is well that ends well?
Lets pray there ain\'t hell\'s murk
but Eden\'s light at the end of the tunnel!
For no evil one shall go to heaven
to enjoy paradisiacal life forever more.
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