Crows don't play at politics,
just see black,
see albino under
wing peppered sea-salt,
epsom stone-chat
babbling away,
the tide, the beach
rocks, the silence,
a murder voting.
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you are as old
as the grudges
you hold
as young
as forgive as
old as regret
young as hope
another day
sun rise
sun set
young as that
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