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Ocelot At Twelve

There is an ocelot at twelve o’clock I did not bother to get out my Glock. Was eaten fast All but my cast Thanks to the lying wolf-crier on the block

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/5/2020 8:30:00 PM

You could have called me. ~ Sir Lancelot

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/5/2020 9:16:00 PM

When I thought ocelot, I wish I had thought Lancelot. Time to think of a new poem now.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/5/2020 1:26:00 PM

How sad. Ocelots are very beautiful and this world certainly needs more beauty! Aloha! Rico

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/5/2020 9:16:00 PM

They are gorgeous, but perhaps seem less so when they are devouring your legs.