Four and six of those
things, they'll fly among the
misty and clear sky, how
fast it could be, flapped
amazing blackened wings in
the whole entire centuries
and years ago, that's
called the west wing crow of
ravens, very friendly
like, they'd start to flock and block
so easily and firmed, all
the classy birds were landed on
the old fashionable park
in New York of life and spirit, it
seem very surrounded of
crow of ravens, they love to eat
bread crumbs on the world
class incredible grass nicely
and smooth to remember the
young beloved man, the
legend of poet lord, he
created the young Raven short
stories of words and fate,
the wind was carrying on and
on so light and delight,
one of the raven went on the
wooden bench of honor and
encouragement, the river was
even splashy sound, all
the intelligent crow of ravens were
flown upstream and
downstream onto the sky of hope
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-10-15
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