Who needs clocks? We don't
find them valid anymore.
Sun comes up, we share food,
and are out the door.
Chickens cooped up fly free
on the compost goes this
morning's coffee and wee
No need to worry we all have beds
each meal is fresh, green hand-picked heads
Eggs from happy boxes prepared to perfection
truly living with societal rejection
Free to eat, sleep and create
it's all about love, not a drop of hate
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