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Incubator Chickens Post by :vatek1 Category :Poems Author :Ruth Mcenery Stuart Date :October 2011 Read :2643

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Incubator Chickens

Dem inkybator chickens dat's hatched by de clock,
Wid a lamp for love, is lonesome stock;
Dey feeds in droves, but dey envies de others
Dat scratches for grubs wid any ol' mothers.
An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat--
No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat.

(The end)
Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Incubator Chickens

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