A piercing cackle cracks the sharp midwinter morning. The raven rests atop an iron clad fence post. Beaming learing patiently waiting to pick the bones of the heavily labouring last breathes of the Administration. Happy Birthday EAP!
@JeffSharlet The raven rests on the iron clad fence post. Patiently beaming and waiting to pick the bones of the Administration. As it labours towards its last breathes.
Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe.
@StephenKing The crow rests on the iron clad fence post. Patiently beaming and waiting to pick the bones of the Administration. As it takes its last breathes.
Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe.