Black crows swooping low on me. A cautionary caw. The rattle cackle magpie. Dark things that flit the shade…
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Here is the nub of it. I’ve had my fill of it. I don’t want to talk of it. Not even one little bit. ‘Cause I’d tell you where…
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Black crows swooping low on me. A cautionary caw. The rattle cackle magpie. Dark things that flit the shade…
Here is the nub of it. I’ve had my fill of it. I don’t want to talk of it. Not even one little bit. ‘Cause I’d tell you where…