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Ravens

Some are murders, some
 are thieves, and some are 
peasants don’t you see...

Murders, thieves, peasants, 
judges and juries…

Ravens are thieves, as 
you know, watch them they
 may even find a corpse…

Murders, thieves, peasants,
 judges, juries and Ravens…

They mean but one thing, 
a trial of sorts…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010

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