"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Federico Calboli
"A chicken whose name was Chantecler
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It sat on a shelf, reading Song of Myself
And laid eggs with a perfect diameter."
RICHARD MAXSON, "Chicken"
Wow!
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ReplyDeleteI will say he yodels pretty well for an Asian guy!
ReplyDeleteThis was so great in so many ways I shared it on my facebook page. A few people got it. I know who my true friends are now!
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