John W. McEwers
The Death Of The Crow Of Winter's Hate - Poem by John W. McEwers
Over pastures of the prairie delights the crow
The one eyed crow
Who peeks in on the good you do
Like a open door for a lady
And a smile for a baby
And giving hugs.
Its bad to not
Good to be
But giving hugs
And smiling for a baby
And holding doors for a lady
When no one is watching what you do
Makes the crow
Upon pastures of the prairie fall to his death.
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