The Corn and the Thief

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Happy birthday to the unborn
I have blue shoes, new, never worn
The anniversary of disbelief
I had a red blanket, then came a thief
The day’s bleak; clouds are heavy; men, forlorn
I went up the stairs, turned left, green bullhorn
Another year, another unturned leaf
The walls are yellow, sensible motif
One day’s Monday, one month’s June, one year’s torn
I have a side, have a my, and a grey thorn
As the ship’s sailing, giant coral reef
During the banquet, black aperitif
I once killed a bird, was not for the corn
The verdict is in, clear court will adjourn

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