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Fat Crow

A cartwheeling deadleaf crosses the street, to a pack of fat crows hunched by a meal, one crazy enough to wobble next to speeding wheels for a nibble, 'cause a corpse on the ground is worth three in the belly.

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ryan-evan

American

Published: Apr 3, 2011
LinesWords: 640

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