.....AS THE CROW FLIES
Dropping out of the morning sky,
Black wings carry him from on high.
The crow soars over a field of corn,
Eyes seeking, alone and forlorn.
He lands and selects his kernels few,
Then rises again to begin anew.
A seed falls from his clamped beak,
As he darts across the sky to seek,
Another field, to try to find,
The female crow that fills his mind.
Another crow soon joins him there,
Bringing her mate, so beware!
He waits until the mate is gone,
Then he begins his sweet love song.
He leaves her then, his seed is strong,
The mate knows naught when he is wronged.
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Ode To A Cigarette
A cigarette can help you through the day,
When you need a break, just sit on your duff.
Take one out and light it up.
Then cough and choke- You had enough?
Face red and straining, you take a puff.
You hold it tight and draw it in.
The smoke that carries the nicotine
You blow it out, now chemically changed
To pollute and choke the rest of the gang.
I won't quit, that's what you say,
But I know better, you'll die one day.
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