Roosters

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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I have, myself, on some occasions, met a Cock who seemed a bit more self-assured and proud as such. The usual talk was 'well, you know this matter Doc', then to be followed by that small and urgent touch that speaks of innate kinesthetics among men. They will, in fact they must have tactile re-connect, it seems they count inside up to the number ten when a strong signal makes their muscles genuflect, I say, my processor relies on genuine rays, the human touch without a purpose strikes me strange, yet I am cognizant that there are curious ways to shoot the breeze in intellectual exchange. I do prefer though, it must be presented here as fitting company no paupers and no kings. Inside the mirror I can always see my peer and, at an angle it will give my ego wings. So let me close by being timid, and I trust that there are humans who would never realise that many roosters who will crow because they must are quite convinced they cause the sun itself to rise.

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