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The Frizzled Chicken Post by :serenity Category :Poems Author :Ruth Mcenery Stuart Date :October 2011 Read :2276

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The Frizzled Chicken

Dat frizzledy chicken, he steps so spry,
An' he totes 'is head so pompious high,
Like as ef he tries, wharever he goes,
To rise above dem rough-dried clo'es.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.

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Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Frizzled Chicken

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