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Here is a poem about a man who walks around and finds that everybody keeps talking about a bird.
Debor from the family of Samone
Picked up his ringing phone
His friend Chevar answered
He spoke in a voice quite dapper
"Hey Debor" Chever quivered
He's afraid something big and feathered
"Have you trouble? Get here by the double"
He slammed the phone and debor stumbled
The whole chat was short not fat
If it is a chat you wish to call that
The slam was amusing though
Debor let out a laughing tremolo
He did as he was asked and he had arrived
About the time, he didn't get why he's deprived
"Chever" Debor never 'deavored
Until Trever hovered above Debor
Trever was a big red bird
T'was bigger than the Forest of Liverwort
You could say it looked tired as well as starving
Not to mention the big stomach as big as Ever Harving
Chever came out in his kimono
Seeing the bird, a rock he throwed
Hit the bird in the eye
Wondering how it could still fly
He saw a chip on the birds shoulder
He aimed and fired over and over
Debor saw this and started to fire
The chip could by why the bird was higher
They knocked it off, yes they did
The bird shrunken young and not big
It wasn't over the bird would fall many feet
So many feet we thought it might be beat
If it hit the ground that hard
It would be turned to lard
Chevor and Debor didn't care about Trever
Why it was big in the first place, the wouldn't 'Deavor
Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation Attacked.
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Sorry, but I don't understand anything here besides explaining that this is a poem about people talking about birds. It sounds professional though.
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