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SAD VALENTINES FOR BREAKFAST Oh my how red **** struts(thinks he's a sultan)     striding in and out among his harem-scarum hens talking to themselves like some lost senile sentimental souls. Foolish fowl! They lay eggs for gentlemen and kids on long hot summer holidays they hide their eggs like broken hearts like old love letter secrets safe in unseen places. But see Auntie Nellie willy-nilly as a fox stalk the chickens and expose them cruel as the NEWS OF THE WORLD. See her raid the haystacks (backseat of the old car)     rain rusting machinery her apron pregnant and precious with the warm and brown gift of eggs. Red **** crows loud against the morning marigolds while children's voices babble sleepily into wide awakefulness love letter secrets staining their lips sad valentines for breakfast.
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
SAD VALENTINES FOR BREAKFAST
SAD VALENTINES FOR BREAKFAST Oh my how red **** struts(thinks he's a sultan)     striding in and out among his harem-scarum hens talking to themselves like some lost senile sentimental souls. Foolish fowl! They lay eggs for gentlemen and kids on long hot summer holidays they hide their eggs like broken hearts like old love letter secrets safe in unseen places. But see Auntie Nellie willy-nilly as a fox stalk the chickens and expose them cruel as the NEWS OF THE WORLD. See her raid the haystacks (backseat of the old car)     rain rusting machinery her apron pregnant and precious with the warm and brown gift of eggs. Red **** crows loud against the morning marigolds while children's voices babble sleepily into wide awakefulness love letter secrets staining their lips sad valentines for breakfast.
donall-dempsey
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
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