Poems for Boys (and Girls) Cold! Hungry!

Even the crows were shivering at the Grand Canyon. The poor fellow was reduced to begging. We met them at every turnout. Or was it the same one every time?

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You can’t see Jimmy in there but the crow is staring imploringly at him.

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