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gold of kings cannot touch it their robes o' scarlet cannot match it the wonder that is the flying goldfinch that holds me in a boxer's clinch which master craftsman formed this bijou of rubies carmine, soft white 'n champagne, its auric bands on wings of two proclaims aloud 'twas no birdbrain.
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
Goldfinch
gold of kings cannot touch it their robes o' scarlet cannot match it the wonder that is the flying goldfinch that holds me in a boxer's clinch which master craftsman formed this bijou of rubies carmine, soft white 'n champagne, its auric bands on wings of two proclaims aloud 'twas no birdbrain.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge: #bijou
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
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