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The Cry of a Hen and That of a Baby
The cry of a hen and that of a baby,
all the same, depending on who’s listening.
Every mother responds to a cry,
but the mother hen to hers.
Babies, no matter the form, are pure and true,
yet we are accused of being evil and rude.
Have you forgotten we are yet babies, but in another form,
one you don’t agree to, but true anyway?
We are all pure, cherished, and loved,
depending on who’s looking,
listening,
and ready to hear us cry.
The cry of a hen and that of a baby,
all the same, depending on who’s listening.
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