An Ode To My Neighbors Rooster
it won't shut up
When dawn breaks amidst the trees
And my eyes, mere slits, are not yet open
And I hear you below your haunting screech
I pray and wish for a shotgun
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Siobhan McSweeney
An elementary school teacher who is doing her best okay
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