I was starving, wet and cold walking down a road.
I found a dead crow a couple of days old.
It smelled, but I ate it anyway, then threw it back up.
Eating crow, don’t do it. May not be good for stomach or soul.
Don’t eat crow!
Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, PoetryTags:compromise, eat crow, forgiveness, Poetry, surrender
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Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
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