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Murder of Crows
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Complete, First published Jun 12, 2016
An eerie poem about a murder of crows. Fun fact: a group of crows is called a murder. I'm actually pretty fond of crows and am not superstitious about those intelligent birds at all, but hey, what else are you going to write about when "murder" is in your title? Yes, there is an actual murder in this quick story, but it isn't very graphic. The most graphic word is "pecking." So, y'know, I'd rate it T. Not sure if it'd qualify for M, and that label would drive people away... Anyways, thanks for reading this far into my inane ramblings!
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