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Duck Poem
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 02:37:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The little ducklings,
following mum in a row,
in the water, eat my bread
and it is sweet as it melts
down their throats.
The grown ducks honk
and play in the water,
or sleep on the tiny isle
just out of my reach.
They eat my bread
and it is sweet as it melts
down their throats.
The ancient duck lies now,
in strips, before me,
and plays in the gravy pond,
and frolics through the
carrots and broccoli and onions
and batter, and it is sweet
and gentle and chewy and wonderful
as it melts down my throat.
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Butterat_Zool
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2004-01-12 02:37:07]
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Re: Duck Poem
(User Rating: 1 )
by Crys on
Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 11:29:22 PM AEST
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Omigawd, I am flabbergasted, How dare you!? LMAO I am just shocked, those poor duckies... SAVE THE ANIMALS! Revolt against you, butterat!!!
Okay, talk to ya later, pal! *~*Crsy*~* |
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