The CrowA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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the old crow that blotted out the sun perched upon a fencepost and made faces I have only ever seen with nose pressed against the pane as I spied fallen leaves taken onto the saddle of a chilling breeze to where tomorrow could not yet be ` ` © 2011 Red Brick Keshner |
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4 Reviews Added on February 28, 2011 Last Updated on February 28, 2011 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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