Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts
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NEW in The Rising Phoenix Review - Breast Meat
"We do our
best to stand out
as chickens. We cluck and we pluck and we pop
another egg. We paint it, try to make it
look new and exciting, but it leaks."
as chickens. We cluck and we pluck and we pop
another egg. We paint it, try to make it
look new and exciting, but it leaks."
from my poem "Breast Meat"
NEW in the The Rising Phoenix Review
partake of more HERE - https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2017/11/12/breast-meat-by-juliet-cook/
partake of more HERE - https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2017/11/12/breast-meat-by-juliet-cook/
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2017 poetry,
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Breast Meat,
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Juliet Cook poem,
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