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Goodbye Draper Valley
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Cute (G) To all my friends of the poultry world
In this frozen place that we’ve all been hurled
Spending hours more here than home
Bending knee, back, heart, and bone
Exchanging kind and less kind words
As we toss around stacks of frozen, dead birds
What a place we have made, what a place we have met
Forging new bonds I will never forget
And among gizzards, and livers, and boneless bird ends
Somehow, some way… we have all become friends
So now, though I may, this day, depart
I will miss you all
With all of my heart
stu
grateful
a poem studded with detail..
it's no wonder that these places lose workers..
the pay is low, the injuries high,
the cold hard to take
Thank you for writing it
You captured something
It's truly funny, in the strange, bizarre, and often unpredictable sense, the environments to which we are left to hold fond. How many a time all due to the human element. The connections we couldn't see coming but which will beg to our emotions a return to orbit when we go adrift, even when a must.