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Thursday, October 17, 2019

Winter Chickens


Winter chickens, slim their pickin's,
Peckin' in the snow.

Cluckin' through unlucky beaks,
“Where did that damn seed go?”

Posted by Guy Thomas at 12:22:00 PM
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