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crow and crow What is so fun about crowing? Every morning the moon dissapears Her trial still fresh encircling the sky. Not even sun can evaporate. And with every new hour I play a game- Finder's Keeper. Fun it seems. One time I found a ring of fire. A diamond engraved to its depth. I kept it- I tried to keep it. I was left among ashes. Treasure hunt, fun it seems. But what is fun about crowing? Every sound is fun, when in silence, you are haunted.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Crow and Crow
crow and crow What is so fun about crowing? Every morning the moon dissapears Her trial still fresh encircling the sky. Not even sun can evaporate. And with every new hour I play a game- Finder's Keeper. Fun it seems. One time I found a ring of fire. A diamond engraved to its depth. I kept it- I tried to keep it. I was left among ashes. Treasure hunt, fun it seems. But what is fun about crowing? Every sound is fun, when in silence, you are haunted.
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Nepalese
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
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