MY FELLOW PIGEONS

Is there any chance i could join your species and toy with death the way you do. We humans call you flying rats yet you spend 9 hours a day preening. You are the underworld of waste. If you guys ran Biffa, this dirty old town would sparkle. While you’re there, some time back i hoped to tame one of you for my daughter. Now she’s older, it is I who needs to become feral. So, how about we hook up and kill a few troublesome stones with one bird? You free Sunday?

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