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As The Crow Flies
As the crow flies
It’s to the crumbs
Dodging traffic
For the road kill,
Back to that fast
Food, the greasy place
For stale buns and
Mouldy decaying stuff,
Never enough
Keep on flying, hopping,
Squawking on the line,
As the crow flies
It’s here and there
And everywhere,
Never time for
That straight line theory.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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