The Scarecrow

There is a fork in the road, I’ve no clue which way to follow
All of the Scarecrows are ruined by crows dark as each direction
They all blindly guess at my expense and if a dice rolls off the table;
With frozen fingers I pick it up

Four.

Ironic.

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