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The cawing crow, Object of strife, Does have its place Here in this life. Its hue is dark Its numbers rife. It sounds of caw And not a fife. To the farmer And to his wife, The crow is but A fowl most trife.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Crows Get a Bad Rap
The cawing crow, Object of strife, Does have its place Here in this life. Its hue is dark Its numbers rife. It sounds of caw And not a fife. To the farmer And to his wife, The crow is but A fowl most trife.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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