Wednesday, November 6, 2013
The Death Of The Old Plymouth Rock Hen Comments
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It was tragic when her time came
After a lifetime of laying brown eggs
Among the white of leghorns.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
06 November 2013
a wonderful poem, Eugene. I can't again look at a hen the same way. each word drips an intense sadness.
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12/27/2025 11:13:06 PM # 1.0.0
What, no more eggs? Death to the old, incapable, out of fashion, uneducated, bewildered, confused, depressed and poor. All is lost in this once great republic.