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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  September 23, 2005