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The Purpose

Every single creature, From the moment of its birth, Has a reason for existence On our humble planet earth. Worms are bait for fishing; Squirrels satiate the hawks. Fishes feed flamingos; Ducks make music with their squawks. Crickets chirp a chorus; Cows and chickens give us meat. Bees make honey for the bears And birds are here to tweet. Lions balance zebras; Sheep get shorn to give us wool. Alligators gulp down prey To keep their bellies full. Butterflies spread beauty; Beavers gnaw down extra trees. Goats spend hours grazing To produce that creamy cheese. Every creature’s purpose, And I guess this is a stretch, Seems to outdo man’s intention, Which appears to be – to kvetch*! *to complain or whine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/15/2013 1:52:00 PM
Sheep's get shorn for wool. This is my nose. Please don't bite it off.:) Some people never do find a reason or a rhyme. But you have found a way a day to do it every time.
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Date: 7/15/2013 11:02:00 AM
I like this, Ilene! So true! Love, Kim
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