28 Mayıs 2013 Salı

Life to dead, dead to life...

One day an Indian rooster flew shouting in my garden. Here his story:

A neighbor gave the rooster to another neighbor for dinner present.
But the rooster didn't walk the dead road,
He preferred to fly to my garden.
He was clever and lucky,
Chickens made a circle around him,
And I refused to give him back.
By the way, Silky roosters felt sad,
They don't have any partners,
But the handsome rooster has them all.
Who can stand to the men fighting!
Pigeon post flew to sky and said:
There I see Silky chickens waiting for you,
They will be better with you,
Anyway, nice to meet you!





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