| THE GAME COCK |
| THE GAME COCK |
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| The Game Cock A perch is where I sit Watching birds flying by, Always a winning bet I roost while sitting high. I'm not your average hatch I am proven dead game, I have no equal match Nor, have I got a name. I flap my fancy wings And stay out in the rain, I feel the wind sting Yet, I feel no pain. Sometimes fought by night Damp from dew by dawn, Still rest after fight Up, in the early morn. Wishing crow of a cock And a large cocking main, A current working clock, The cock on a weather vane. by Dawnrest |
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