Hay Market


Exuberance flies through the mouth of a hog;
that tenderloin needs a few days.

Burrow in a barn and send up a flare
when the farmer picks up his old pitchfork.

The crows don’t seem to mind the cold;
they didn’t invest in a timeshare.

The kitchen smells like onions and bacon grease.

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