Here, I sit,
By the chicken coop.
Mom told me to go get some fresh air.
But I don't like hot weather.
In the shade it's nice,
Not as hot,
But it's where mosquitoes live.
The chickens don't mind,
A bug is a snack,
Not a nuisance.
But the shade is still nice.
Maybe it's not worth it, though,
With the bugs and all.
Maybe I'll go find a nicer place,
And the bugs can have their home back.
Up I get,
In search of a better place.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
