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As I was talking with the crow He smiled at me as sometimes Crows are wont to do He said you really are a good Man you know As bid me to partake of his freshly Prepared stew He looked me up and down with His keen bird's eye Gave me a wink and said Son I surmise That you are far too quick to criticize All those that pass your way I said what do you mean I just mind my own affairs This relieves me of many burdens Pressures Cares The crow laughed heartily as he took A bite of his stew He stated I'm afraid you miss the point Of what is being said to you Your kind does not need reminded of their Sins and their flaws All that manages to do is slash soul With self-righteous claws Take my advice when next your head Is filled with fault finding words **** them right there Too many times they have already Been heard The crow reminded me that I was a good Man tis true And that he hoped my digestion would Kindly oblige to his stew He hoped it to be nourishment For my soul to renew I then asked the great black bird What was in the concoction For indeed I had to know Why my dear boy The corvid replied It was me the whole time It was me The crow
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
As I was Talking With the Crow
As I was talking with the crow He smiled at me as sometimes Crows are wont to do He said you really are a good Man you know As bid me to partake of his freshly Prepared stew He looked me up and down with His keen bird's eye Gave me a wink and said Son I surmise That you are far too quick to criticize All those that pass your way I said what do you mean I just mind my own affairs This relieves me of many burdens Pressures Cares The crow laughed heartily as he took A bite of his stew He stated I'm afraid you miss the point Of what is being said to you Your kind does not need reminded of their Sins and their flaws All that manages to do is slash soul With self-righteous claws Take my advice when next your head Is filled with fault finding words **** them right there Too many times they have already Been heard The crow reminded me that I was a good Man tis true And that he hoped my digestion would Kindly oblige to his stew He hoped it to be nourishment For my soul to renew I then asked the great black bird What was in the concoction For indeed I had to know Why my dear boy The corvid replied It was me the whole time It was me The crow
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
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