Poetry

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What does it feel like to be a crow,and fly in any direction you seem to know,until you get there and
find it so,how many miles of you're flight each
day,what motivates your flight that way,when you nest up in a tree,the higher up the more safety,
you're food intake for your strong beak,roofs and
chimney stacks you seek,safety and some warmth,from smokey flue,dont seem to bother you
always ready to pick,then fly with pieces of some doughy bread,its nice and soft for your beak to shred,us poor man can never know,what it must feel like to be a crow,for only that alone can OUR GOD
KNOW,who made both man,and every crow,all of those aeons long ago.
Joe.

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