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by christopher dflcs   Jul 18, 2008


The rooster
crows
his fortunes
to the wind

the wind responds
profanely
with a grin
"i know where the ducks go"

the children laugh
'til they grow old
and then
they weep
for youth

and all the while
the rooster crows
and the wind spits in
his face

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