06.15.21
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Hen (an acrostic poem)

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Her plumage was that of royalty, and she flaunted it.

Every other bird in the barnyard was jealous of her perfection.

Not that the fox cared, but he was impressed with her taste.

2 thoughts on “Hen (an acrostic poem)”

  1. This is too good, It’s the inside that matters more. 🙂

    Reply

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