Monday, March 17, 2014



3 crows came to me one day and sat upon my fence.
one cawwed and spoke as if there was some urgence.
I knew the news had to be bad
so I prepared the best I thought I could have.

When the news came I was devistated
Who would have thought history would be replicated
I thought I was careful this time around
It would seem my life's path is a river of tears from a clown

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