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Book 34 Page 9
A chickenís life
When the morning rises, so do I.
When the day falls, so I fall asleep.
When the wheat is thrown, I eat.
When the master rings my neck, I die.
But when the hen lays another egg,
I live again.
© Written by Dominic John Gill email@example.com September 23, 2005