Butterworth Crows
Before the crack of dawn
The Butterworth crows assembled on the wire
Like black cloaked and hooded crones
They often haggle and moan over nothing more than carrion and crusts
Today though
The Butterworth Crows prepare to rejoice as
yet another spurned lover
Casually checks the timetable against his wrist watch
Before stepping blindly from the platform
Directly into the path of the
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