about the crows. About how she'd like to catch
them all in baskets. Send the greyhounds
to collect them. Perhaps cook them whole in pastry
- for number seven's cats. Not for her own
thank you very much. That's not the way she did things.
She had ideas, and that was all. Thought out
but then posted
through letterboxes, to rid herself of blame.
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100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
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