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My friend Mr.Crow
While on my way
I everyday,
Fed a crow some seeds,
Only today
It flew away
Before I could reach.
Saddened, I carried on
Then heard a sudden peck
Ah! It's the crow
& in its clutch, a trinket!
I everyday,
Fed a crow some seeds,
Only today
It flew away
Before I could reach.
Saddened, I carried on
Then heard a sudden peck
Ah! It's the crow
& in its clutch, a trinket!
Published 4th Oct 2024
Author's Note
Just a fun little childlike poem.
Could have deeper meanings within. Or maybe just a dumb babyish poem, it's your call.
Could have deeper meanings within. Or maybe just a dumb babyish poem, it's your call.
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