
Come the Apocalypse
Crows will thrive.
They hide themselves
Even from photography.
.
Come hard times
Our bellies will bulge
With fat pigeon pies
And dandelion wine.
.
All nuisance things
Will become friends.
Not to come to dinner
But to have for tea.
Not to come but to have…love it!
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