Last Night
...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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Categories:
broody hen, absence, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Prose
Broody Hen
...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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Categories:
broody hen, 10th grade,
Form: Limerick