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Nov 2016
He accused crow
of premeditated pooping
It was a direct hit
on his hand and umbrella

Caw answered crow
head tilted nonchalantly
crow never looked
where she leaked

It's simply the nature of things
she implied
no malice of forethought
no plan of attack

none the less
Written by
Carole E Slesnick
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