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the crow
written by DontFearAConcequence06:49 PM 10/6/04the crow sits on the top of a stone
the middle of nowhere meets him there
darkness takes over and shadows disappear
joining im in the morning, the smell of fall
the life of the crow is dark and mysterous
noone knows his thoughts
he doesnt bother the stir in the daylight
he doesnt bother to go by others
noone understands him, and noone ever tries
when night comes he's off to play
this life of his is not one to fear
his life is one he truly enjoys
the crow does not lead, and does not follow
but this is the way the crow likes best
the crow hears the thoughts of the dead
and ventures in their presence
the cemetery is his only friend
the only one who hasnt lost his trust
this is how the crow lives his life
abandoned by his mother
disowned by his father
learned death at a young age
now apreciates things others hate
this crow is not an animal
this crow...is the outcast |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
i dont know...i guess i see the animal the crow as a loner, an outcast and i can compare them to myself and it kindof makes sense...think...
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