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With plumage proud, and a strut so fine,
The chicken parades, in her backyard shrine.
Her wings may be small, but her spirit is grand,
A tiny queen, ruling her domain with a gentle hand.
Her feathers shine, in a kaleidoscope hue,
A rainbow of colors, both vibrant and true.
Her clucks and chirps, a symphony so sweet,
A joyous celebration, of life at her feet. 0 reply
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