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“A Boy on the Farm” by Robert Bly 🇺🇸 (23 Dec 1926 – 21 Nov 2021)
I was one of the saved.
The chickens were, too.
Morning came; only
The hired girl was ready.
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The rest of us dozed,
And got up, and fed chickens.
The guinea hens rose
From unimaginable places.
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We couldn’t understand
How strange they were.
They slept in trees
And had better nights.