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About This Poem
THE DARK SIDE
THE DARK SIDE
Little swish – big swish!
Big fish eats little fish
Aint nature grand though
Fly tiny bird fly!
There’s an eagle way up high
So? One has to eat
Run little mouse run
cat will have his fun
Even though not hungry
Some say it is love
When the lion bites her throat
Jungle king courtship?
Not a bit of it!
Toothy has picked a winner
Sweet wilda beast for dinner
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