Stop Poking My Chicken Poop
I have a rifle,
you have a double-barreled shotgun -
you're just old fashioned that way.
The cat, the black and white cat,
is watching everything from the barn.
I am just letting you know
that we don't have to fight it out like this,
even though your fence-line
is clearly 2 inches over my spread!
The cat is considering moving to town.
Why don't you go back
to where you came from,
over there –
2 inches away.
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