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Duck Duck Goose

I thought I was doing a good deed when the ducks I began to feed. Now there's too much quacking, in ducks I'm not lacking. When sitting outside in a chair, suddenly there's ducks everywhere. There brown bodies with hints of green just keep coming out of the stream. They follow me near and far. I can barely get into my car. I guess I was stupid, at least that's my excuse. It's time to play duck duck goose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 7/16/2020 1:55:00 PM
Better ducks than pigeons! Aloha! Rico
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Date: 7/15/2020 8:34:00 PM
This is so fun! Enjoyed. xomo
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Date: 7/15/2020 5:34:00 PM
Nancy, what a clever, delightful poem! I hope the ducks don't follow you home or start nesting in your bedroom!
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Nancy Kaufman
Date: 8/22/2020 5:35:00 PM
ha ha..my neighbor asked me to please stop feeding them as he thought they were ruining his yard..they now come to his bird feeder and still are holding their base in the creek..

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