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Collected Poems of Richard Griffin

Collected Poems of Richard Griffin - REFLECTIONS

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In the barn of a farmer named Brewster,
Lived a hen with a voice like a rooster.
          When they cut off her head
          She smiled sadly and said,
"I fear I can't crow as I uster."

There was a young man of Kildare,
Who one morning died in despair.
          He went straight to Hell.
          With a terrible yell
Which scared all the devils down there.

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