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Jun 2014
Battle to the death,
on my front porch,
two hunger crazed pigeons,
squawking and flapping,
in a bluish - grey blur,
perhaps,
they were starved,
or simply greedy,
its hard to decipher,
but the competition is on,
and that tainted piece of lifeless sustenance,
was definitely worth fighting for.
pigeons..
aphelion
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