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Once Mighty

In prehistoric times, he roamed (Of course, he had his body), The king of his surroundings – (That’s a title not too shoddy). But now this T-Rex (just his skull) Has something to consider, For soon he will be auctioned To some wealthy highest bidder. He’s hanging up at Sotheby’s And mornings, every day, I pass the auction house and check That he’s still on display. Oh, how the mighty fall! This creature, looking fearsome still, Awaits his fate most humbly (Though he might fetch $20 mil!)

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Date: 12/8/2022 7:16:00 PM
Wow! I understand, of course, but I'm thinking (inside my head, you understand) $20 mil for bones!
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Date: 12/8/2022 6:14:00 PM
speachless it's an event not a poem
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Date: 12/8/2022 4:24:00 PM
It’s a mad mad world, Ilene, but I have to say I’d love to own such a thing… more than that though, I’d love to discover such a thing. In spite of all the rumours, I didn’t discover the Terry Dactyl. Smart write with perfect rhyme as per usual. Terry
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Date: 12/8/2022 3:08:00 PM
Sorta sad when things so unmistakably magnificent go on private sale. For just a few to ever see is not right. But money talks and we have no say unless we win 20 million on Lotto today . Very thoughtful poem llene . Enjoyed.
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Date: 12/8/2022 2:42:00 PM
Wow that's some price Ilene. Beats having a deers head on your wall. Tom
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