ShifterA Poem by icaros13_
The Buzzard asked of me
My shoulder for a perch; I'll pick your bones, said he And save your liver for dessert This method seemed to be A slow and painful way to go; Upon looking closer I did see The Buzzard change to Crow © 2014 icaros13Reviews
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