finds a truffle every now and then.
That's what the little voice
tells me.
After I string together
a word or two
or even a few,
Everyone's a critic I guess.
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Two ravens sit atop fence posts in a long, low-hilly field. Exchanging harsh words, they argue for a little while about bird-things of lit...
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