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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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