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"Ah! Too subtle,
Subtle," the griffon shrieked;
The gold blue of his wings
Knifing through the cerulean dark.
"Dark? Dark?" I replied,
"Who needs the dark? Indeed
Sirrah, you jest with me."
Never before or after;
Again unseen with eyes:
Crying; throat moaning;
And energetic head shaking.