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Jan 2021
I’m propped up here all day and night,
Can’t sleep, in darkness or in light,
The crows I have to chase away,
No time for me to rest or play,
When the black birds no longer caw,
I’ll be fed to the cows as straw.
life of a scarecrow
Shaun Yee
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Shaun Yee  Italy/Malaysia
(Italy/Malaysia)   
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