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Created on: July 03, 2008
Crow
Lotta Crow in poetry
Skipping, cawing, feathering about
In 13 incomprehensible mythical classical ways
But Nevermore I say.
Crow's a conceit
Lives like we live, where we live
Omnivorous, omnipresent
Slick a black beak and bead eyes
Crow on the roof of my car
Looking at me,
Mirror and me looking back
Damn but he knows something:
Poetry a conceit
So am I
He thinks I owe him
And I do
He's a cheap Muse.
So here are more lines
Full of Crow.
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