Chicken Harvest, a haiku 21 Monday Jul 2014 Posted by Kate Spring in Farming ≈ 1 Comment Tagsfarming, poetry Chickens harvested processed, slaughtered–whatever you call it, they’re gone. Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Yes, and I feel a clucking of appreciation coming from deep inside myself.
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