CROWS

Even men who have shot crows, dream off a high wind blown nest. And a wife as black, full of crow with all the children black and Crow.
Does that mean Einstein, Vangoth, ted Hughs what did they dream off; if at all to venture back to earth.



Some bugger has stolen my chestnuts. I was not mean't to say that quite so soon as old age comes racing over the hill.