Freedom fumbled furiously
An acrostic poem
Diversified environment
Indisposed wings stopped for a while
Sat on the fence
Twisted its head, listening to the loud traffic on the street
R-O-A-R!!!
Assessing
Consequences of the soaring sequence
Tried to turn back, but where is solid ground?
Intense charade of smells and sounds
Oligarch should take over its route
Nepotism has never been a good choice and will never win
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