Foreboding
gathers the dark and mist
demons race in droves
we wrangle quotidian ruminations
beneath a hornet’s nest
while a rush of wings draws closer
the prophetic voices cry:
“Mark, oh mark, the hour!”
Foreboding
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This Jolly Beggar 
Oh, that is foreboding.
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Rather.
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A baleful piece indeed!
My thirty-three!
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A jeremiad in 33 words!
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Oooh! That is very foreboding!
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Oh yeah. 😱
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