Maybe There Were Dinosaurs

Maybe dinosaurs existed in the old days or maybe they did not 
an andrewsarchus,  was a large-snouted predator I am told, 
may I  be so bold to say, I never met one anyway, so I think not 

I heard of prehistoric pigs named Entelodons, perhaps its true 
perhaps they died  by climate change, perhaps they were shot  
they said giant armadillos lived,... in that epoch that was true 

There were glytodons that ate grass and plants by waters edge 
heavily armored so they say, but not one fossil I did find 
they used their tail to smack and kill, oh I'm sure they had the edge

I heard there was a Dinosaur named Dino but he wasn't rusty red 
he belonged to Fred Flintstone and he wasn't all that mean 
he was a male Snorkasaurus and yes he was well read 

Maybe there were dinosaurs, but maybe there were not !
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Leffanta Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 12:01 PM
I hope so, as my granddaughter calls me, "Opasaurus"!
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 6:24 PM
that is a cute name lol
Buhagiar Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 11:21 AM
There is no maybe about it. The existed. A day in the life of God is not a mere 24 hours. Such a statement is in the bible, definitely in a letter by St Peter
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 6:24 PM
I believe they did Victor many years ago Hope you had a good Easter
DiMino Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 9:43 AM
Delightful! Maybe there were people (I have my doubts about Lucy), before us, who walked round with few garments...in Phoenix I can did it. Lovely, enchanting read, Rose. Thank you.
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 6:25 PM
Thank you Joe, for reading Happy Easter
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