there was time
growing up when it
was nothing to see
a flat bed truck
full of chickens
stuffed in their
crates. feathers
flying, squawking,
as they went off
to their final resting
place. you don't see
that anymore.
at least not around
here. but there are
a lot of places selling
chicken, just not
the traveling kind.
growing up when it
was nothing to see
a flat bed truck
full of chickens
stuffed in their
crates. feathers
flying, squawking,
as they went off
to their final resting
place. you don't see
that anymore.
at least not around
here. but there are
a lot of places selling
chicken, just not
the traveling kind.
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