Broody Hen Poems - Poems about Broody Hen

...in a far away sleep I recognise her from before she never disappoints me though she was never truly mine we sit on the grass in the park eating my mother’s favourite sweet peanut brittle and searchin......

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...I went into the garden to feed the chook The bird gave me a very nervous look It knew it would have hell to pay If she had no more eggs to lay......

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