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Hamlin Garland
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Somewhere, in deeps
Of tangled, ripening wheat,
A little prairie-chicken cries--
Lost from its fellows, it pleads and weeps.
Meanwhile, stained and mangled,
With dust-filled eyes,
The unreplying mother lies
Limp and bloody at the sportsman's feet.
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