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On the Sparrow's Beak

A passerine bird, One of the smallest of sizes, With a beak almost minute. On its beak you can count many; the tiniest to biggest, the slimmest to the fattest, the lightest to the heaviest, the ugliest to the finest, the sourest to the sweetest, the slowest to the swiftest. All on this paltry beak, it houses them all. And what do you liken this beak to? A lad's might,it is.

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