Of butterflies and crows
Isn't that the title of the last post inverted? Mathematically, NO.
Butterflies are gone. I was right. I realize the most beautiful part of a relationship (for me) is at the beginning. The chase. The infatuation. But I can't take that immature mushy mushy talk. Does this mean I am not a one-woman man?
That stupid crows in front of my house are nothing but a nuisance. Wonder when will that baby crow grow? Waiting for that day to arrive. A good thing crows aren't as big as ostriches. Some smart guy once said the emus of Australia is capable of tearing open a live pig's stomach. Scary huh? That guy.
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Why don't you terminate that baby crow before it becomes a full fledged nuisance?
-The Amok Runner-
i don't have the heart to do it.
hahahaha aren't crows bad luck in story books?? I know S.King uses a lot of crows in his...hhmm hhmm oh what if the baby crow decides to stay put when he grows *grin*
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