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you’re not sure

how the chickens

got here first

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a small gray cloud

glides past distant

thunderheads

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yes

it’s almonds

with almonds

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lightning

feels around for

hay bales in the field

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sweet spring breeze

whispers of

fire

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clouds

some day

you’ll be there

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the rowdy chickens

send me

inside

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you avoid

the old

road

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solstice

keeps you

up

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solstice

the sun comes

into the kitchen

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