The Birds
cornfield with crows
late autumn snows
without a pause
hear Christian caws
their ochre beaks
black feathered peaks
hearing the squall
speaking of Paul
goodness is good
do what you should
without a pause
like Santa Claus
ravens there too
coming for you
tiresome bore
quoth Nevermore
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