Crows
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Mary Eliza Fullerton
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At an old water-hole,
Bones lay in the hide
And teeth gibbered up
Of things that had died.
Tortured of thirst,
There came to the mud
A son of the plain,
Who sank where he stood.
Then the crows from afar,
Where the water was good,
Came nearer, for heaven
Had given them food.
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