Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Rooster's egg.
Ours they had said Of the roosters egg No, it is ours- their neighbors cried And they both forgot It was never a rooster that laid the egg!
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