an old man
is sweeping the dry leaves
into a heap
in the backyard of the
house
lies the chickens and the
ducks
and there
at dawn the eggs of ducks
are spreading
on the lawn and the roosters
are calling
as the chicks are seeking
for their
mother hens
pecking on the worms
under the
green grass of
home
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