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Monday, October 13, 2008

Poem of the month

This appeared in the April 1921 edition of 'The Poultry Item'.

“These modern methods make me sick”
Thus spake old Biddy Dominick“
We used to please ourselves you bet,
Folks took what fresh eggs they could get,
But now we stay up half the nightand lay our eggs by Mazda light.
This culling also I protest,I'm getting old, I want to rest.
Yet if in laying I grow lax
I'll be the next to get the axe.

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