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Warm sun in winter,
Enjoying the boneyard peace.
Something strikes the ground,
A crow up high in the trees,
Lost hold of a sausage roll.



Warm sun in winter, Enjoying the boneyard peace. Something strikes the ground, A crow up high in the trees, Lost hold of a sausage roll.
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