We All Got Easter Chicks
Every child on our block got an Easter chick.
Except me. I got two of them.
My sister also got two, and an incubator.
They were young.
How long until we can get fried chicken? I asked my mom.
My sister ran off screaming.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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