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The Crow-By Luke Poulton!
The Crow in the field as he walks along pecking the ground.
His sharp eyes watch for everything for farmers that will shoot him.
He sees the scarcrow but that will not scared him.
Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough.
Nothing can scare him as he flaps up into the sky and flys.
As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins.
He is the greatest,the toughest.
The best of the crows!
> this poem, more than any other poem, makes me want to slit my wrists.
Bit OTT ain't that?
Ever.
> Ok then where you find that?
the wonders of my glorious mind my good friend
there once was an old Swede who got a bang on the heed,
he tried to plaster it up but then he got another bang on the heed,
then he tried sealing it with superbond but it split in two and his brain fell into a fishpond,
next he tried to tape it up with ducktape but it got tore appart by an angry shark lurking in the pond,
he then gave up and tried to mash himself and again got banged on the heed