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She's a Squawker

Bang, bang, bang!
She’s at our door
The c***’s barely crowed but the hen’s already huffy
Bang, bang, bang!
Her painted on eyes squint
through the letter door
“I know your snow is in my yard!”
She screams, her cry deemed necessary
by her quiver and shake,
A hedgehog stepped on.


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