A crow was lying on the pavement dead Who has murdered the messenger of death? Its black plumage exposed it the sun Still holds its plutonian sheen For a second I stood transfixed As to pay my last respects As to absolve myself From the wrath of the dark master Of this hapless crow ____ … Continue reading Murder of Crow
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