In my house
Life is loud
Three ladies always clucking
Like hens
In a coup
Squabbling, flapping
Like hens cry
By their grain
In my house,
Loudly sings the walls
With hens scratching free
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
