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An open letter to my suburban neighbors on the state of my sanity

As written in free verse.

Yes, I talk to crows.
No, I am not losing my mind.
Crows are majestic creatures
Who understand me.
They also understand my daughter
Who talks to crows as well.
Caw caw,
Caw caw.

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