FRIGHTENING THE CROWS

            I once knew a man

            Who frightened crows for a living.

            In between, he brewed cheap beer

            And stole old books.

            He cycled the universe

            Looking for answers;

            All he found was a cold grave

            When he was thirty nine.

         

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