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The Mighty Dingo

Oh mighty dingo I see you still crawl. Long ago broken hearted and yet you still bawl. Tears down both cheeks, is it your poor little peetie? My heart aches for you, my dear little sweetie. Still gritting your teeth while stuck in a clinch. If your throne’s getting cold, then you might as well pinch. You slither around with you childish boring prattle. You’re still stuck in our creek, without either paddle.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 9/25/2024 2:53:00 PM
What's a Dingo? (asking for a friend). :o//
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Date: 9/23/2024 11:26:00 PM
You have me laughing!!!!
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Date: 9/23/2024 6:02:00 AM
Hello Mark, I love how your poem mocks and criticizes someone (represented by the dingo) who is constantly complaining, struggling, or causing problems. This seems to be long after they should have moved on or given up. Well written and a pleasure to read. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Date: 9/22/2024 8:46:00 PM
Lol, I declare that if seen anywhere near our peaceful town, shoot on sight. Tom
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