Okie Haiku Where you step In the yard of bovine Is not where you want to be
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Oh my. How did its feathers come off?
Chicken business. My dad received a letter in the mail from the county health department. It was 1953 in East Los Angeles and the letter informed my dad he had to get rid of all his chickens. Obviously, a neighbor had complained of the chicken noise and ruckus. Lots of hen clucking and roosters crowing.Continue reading “Oh my. How did its feathers come off?”
A not so nice man.
HIS TRUMPYNESS DJT, Sr. Is ooze from the boy cow’s rear. Yes, I meant to disparage Mr. Trump’s character. So na ne na ne na ne.