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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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Date: 8/5/2020 8:30:00 PM
You could have called me. ~ Sir Lancelot
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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.
Date: 8/5/2020 1:26:00 PM
How sad. Ocelots are very beautiful and this world certainly needs more beauty! Aloha! Rico
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/5/2020 9:16:00 PM
They are gorgeous, but perhaps seem less so when they are devouring your legs.