Crows and coffin nailsA Poem by Ted
The crows in my head often seek
a good psychotherapist They often b***h about the weather The earth too high The sky too low And the rain and heavy snowfall is killing them the crows passing by the window don't really take pleasure in reading my poems they say "bitching" is not really poetic We have seen your father He had carried his coffin a while But now he dropped it in the ground From time to time he flies with us © 2013 TedReviews
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