Watching them strut in the sand each day
They never seemed to say very much
In their own peculiar way
Then one day this crow shows up
Seems like he wants new friends
Three gulls walking in silence
With an outsider who pretends
Each day goes by
This odd procession
In the distance of crashing waves
Will they accept him into their circle
To satisfy what he craves
~Moses~
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