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Criminal Crow

Criminal Crow

The black plumed beast 
it came to feast
on my precious food
How rude!
It strutted up 
and ruined my mood
in cool arrogance
chest puffed out 
beady eyes upon my loot
but I'll never part 
with what is mine,
That cheese and bread
(with ketchup and not butter)
fighting spirit, my face is red 
I will not let this thing utter
another god damned caw!

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