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Chicken Coop

By Mallory Naselroad

There was an old chicken coop

down at the farmhouse.

Hidden away in green acres,

where we played,

where we ran.

There were no chickens,

not for a longtime,

So, we used it to play house instead.

I was the mom,

who did dishes and sang.

You played a dad

who worked.

One day we found a dead bird

in the chicken coop.

And never went down there again.


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