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Crows and Sunflowers
The crow’s cry
Can be heard
For all eternity.
Through fog, rain, or sleet,
It is always there.
Like the sunflower.
The crow’s vicious beak
Rips apart the sunflower.
For eternity, people wince
At this sight of destruction.
Thank God for the fog,
Which hides us from truth.
Who cares about crows or sunflowers?
I never have and never will.
Fog has blinded me to simple pleasures,
But by the end of it all,
I will learn to love,
Under eternity’s roof.
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