There is one heavy place that it is not, aimed often and shot!
Very weird and seems dumb, on things that are past and things to come
I give no silk or gold, but plenty of trash is on me uphold
Are they just shadows I try to catch, or the timidness at which I snatch,
It's the cautiones that rules over me and not love
This perfectly describes The Silver Chicken in the lines above.
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