Mrs. Dawn Duran
Mrs. Dawn Duran Every evening, never ever missing one chucked her left over, stale bread high for her kicks, enticing flying acrobatic tricks from swooping Seagulls, white feathery wings gliding whilst crying an appreciating loud and happy ‘’ thanks for your giving, sweet Mrs. Dawn Duran’’ Mallards and Coots, flapping green blazing gold’s, bumping and barging pecking each and every other, quacking, making waves. ‘’Now wait your turn you, now you’ve been told ’’ by the forever smiling, Mrs. Dawn... Sign in to see full entry.