A Potential Stray

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A Potential Stray

 

We must keep him on the center

One of the Flock

One of the Fold

His feathers aren’t the right colour?

Glue on those ones you buy in a bag

Wal-Mart Craft section

3.50

Meh , it’s just easier that way

Aw, he learned to walk

March!

Dyed to match hamburger patty

Get the leashes

Get the collar

Hear him holler

                Barking Fool

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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