Participation Poem
Oh we ostriches, my fellow man.
They led us here and pointed saying this is sand.
Lest by chance a fool we hap to be.
The truth is plain for all to see.
Time to struggle and throw a fit.
Yuck phooey and out we spit.
Thats not sand its ________.
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