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He thankfully grazed on gravel and grass
Suddenly he heard a deafening blast
He now rests with berries and nuts–
later becomes dreaded cold cuts–
and sausage dressing stuffed up his crevasse
Copyright © Linda Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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