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La Pie (The Magpie)
With naught but words, and some feeble skill,
Do I attempt this bird to thus beguile-
In hopes that this poetry, though rustic, still
Might from his lips coax forth a smile.
Le Pie est un artiste' vrai
So will this muse's musings sway
Him to find some small delight
In this affable dreamer of the night?
Who but seeks to, as muses do, inspire
The artist to a truer art-
And as true friend has no desire
To lay claim upon an unwilling heart.
So, if these words have given pause
To consider in any wise this plea-
Let us then seek, in common cause,
Ever truer friends to be.
Do I attempt this bird to thus beguile-
In hopes that this poetry, though rustic, still
Might from his lips coax forth a smile.
Le Pie est un artiste' vrai
So will this muse's musings sway
Him to find some small delight
In this affable dreamer of the night?
Who but seeks to, as muses do, inspire
The artist to a truer art-
And as true friend has no desire
To lay claim upon an unwilling heart.
So, if these words have given pause
To consider in any wise this plea-
Let us then seek, in common cause,
Ever truer friends to be.
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