New Castle..
As old as the waves
Running on her beach
Troop is racing troop
To deluge itself in her.
Her birds are chorus of poets
Warbling for a blast of wind
Feed them,
They'll form a clique of joy
And start to sing.
Abla..
My little bird,
Surrounded by New Castle birds!!
I snatched her off them
Afraid,
She would flee
And lose her all life long.
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