The Hawk and the Rock

There once was a hawk and a rock,

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on the rock the creatures would stop.

‘I say,’ said the hawk, ‘Why do you sit on that rock,

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when my talons are a nicer place to stop?’

Blessed be :}


About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm an earth witch with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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