Because of the rooster,
the insisting, demeaning, and demanding.
The lonely loud cock
stained with the fortune
of freezing time.
Because of this rooster,
stuck in a cycle of violence,
stuck between day and night.
Because of this damn rooster,
the mornings come
before the light.
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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