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Apr 2022
like a sore thumb
begs your attention
the most fluffed young rooster
is the most afraid
he knows the
like a sore thumb
unwanted attention
wondering why the wait is so long
before the honey moon
the pleasant lull between
"maybe we should
**** him" she says, to save him
the pain, maybe grab a basket before
you break
another egg
"oh please let me be normal"
I can hear my grandma say
from an old play
I can't remember the name
like a sore thumb
stuck out in more ways
than one
in the deepening summer
will be the wedding
and after the heat
we'll swim in the river
and the rooster
will scratch grain
in a retirement home
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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