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This Parrot

This Parrot this bird in the cage its featherless wings folded to its naked body like garden scissors and it squawked; I´m 89 years old today, let me out of this bloody cage. but its owner heard not she was a widow of First World War veteran a and told every one that this particular war had seen the death of 8 million horses 12 million donkeys and no one took notice of this mass slaughter but then humanity only thought of its own suffering and were impervious to animals feeling. having been dragged from a green field to a soggy battle field and not a word of consideration only eyes by hungry soldiers as a possible meal, Goulash the known dish was originally made of horse meat, camouflaged with paprika, hot pepper and salt. 89 years in a cage And had only been able to read titles of books on the shelf, but it had lively mind and by listening to the radio for so many years it was well educated and could squawk with the best of them.

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