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Old John Crow

Old john crow was dirty as a coal mine canary. So, they tossed him into a bucket of suds. Scrubbed him up and down for decades. He smelled nicer-looked cleaner for a while. but the grime wormed its way deep into his insides. The echo of old john crow never stopped cawing. Because old john crow never really died.

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