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Mar 2017
fluffed above their *******,
beneath their wormy neck,
feathers glimmer hints of
deviously perceived deeds.
hatched from patient bellies and aviator eyes.
their tastes are not particular
or tuned towards a cuisine.
their plates are filled
with respectful nods
and tape to fix you
with their wings.

lift and leave
the vultures with your skull,
to see this life with aviators eyes.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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