Watching crows eat potato chips

Thrown on the ground

Tossed out

They peck at them

Pieces of stale wheat bread too

They’d eat that in Africa

Roof tops shine in the sun

Winter’s frost is here

Why rush the seasons?

The crows are certainly not

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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