Throwback
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I watched the American Crow on a lamp-post and it's crowing.
The accent and the language both are same as in my native place
And the colour too is the pitch-black.
But it complicates me, why it didn't accept my food which I threw over the ground?
Even the crow here is very rich and proud it seems, isn't it?
*Seasonal greetings to all my poet friends!
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