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The RoosterDear Mr Rooster, I have never had the pleasure Of meeting you or seeing you and your splendid feathers But I do hear you early every morning with the sun rising low That is when insistently and persistently you decide to crow I live in the inner city and never would have dreamed A cock-a-doodle rooster was just not part of my scheme Maybe it's time to seriously rethink your location And head off to the country on a permanent vacation It's Easter Sunday and I've just walked past your yard I saw a grave with a small cross and on it stuck a card I'm not certain if it was placed there ensuring I would weep Because the words on this card say, 'I died so that you could sleep' Alessandra Liverani Sydney, Australia Copyright © 2005 Alessandra Liverani |
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