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Lays Of Sorrow

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The day was wet, the rain fell souse
Like jars of strawberry jam, a
sound was heard in the old henhouse,
A beating of a hammer.
Of stalwart form, and visage warm,
Two youths were seen within it,
Splitting up an old tree into perches for their poultry
At a hundred strokes a minute.
The work is done, the hen has taken
Possession of her nest and eggs,
Without a thought of eggs and bacon,
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Edward Kofi Louis 17 June 2016
The day was wet! ! Scarce was the verdict spoken. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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