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Jan 2020
Crows gather overhead,
called a ******, right?
Sure don't like a ******
right above me,
splattered in the tree
I'm sitting under.
They could peck me to bits,
or worse,
they could ****.
Daniel Magner 2020
Daniel Magner
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