The chicken wakes upLike she does every moing,To the sounds of his husband's screams.Sat in the dark, on the eggs she is warming,She closes her eyes and dreamsOf walking to MemphisBecoming a dentist Anything but this. I mean, she likes her life asa mother and wife butIs that, all she is? She stares out the window. The very next moing the chicken decides toMake her escape, get a taste of freedom. She runs out the coop that her life's been confined to. Suddenly, sees the thing she's only dreamed of. Just up ahead gophers run through the meadow. Deer graze. Birds sing. Her future is waiting, Right there for the taking. There's just one thing. The chicken must first cross the road. The road. A sea of trees and green and moss, waiting justAcross the Road. The road. A life of brighter days, A width of road away. The road is gigantic, The chicken is little. She moves ahead. Left, right, left, Right, left, right. All of a sudden, she stops in the middle. Frozen in place by a pair of headlights. It's anyone's guess what happened next, But most think she died. But I think we ought toBelieve that she got toThe other side.So that's why she did it. وبلاگ طلسم شده ی من...
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