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Rerun

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                                                                                           For bloody 
                                                                                      red steaks he’s gu
                                                                                 nning. His ear piercing
                                                                            roar is stunning. From jungle 
                                                                     foliage he plans            his lethal 
                                                                 attack. Two stories
                                                           high and his tactics 
                                                       are extremely cunning.
                                                     when his prey is out of breath 
                                                    he keeps right on coming. He pou
                                                nces Brontosauruses 
                                             heards while they’re
                                      sunning. When it comes 
                                 to getting food he’s got
                             the knack. The tyrannosaurus 
                       rex likes its‘ food running. when 
                 he plays freeze         tag t-rex isn’t 
             funning. A fully              grown camel 
    would be a light                        snack. His                    
 stories just                                 keep on 
 rerun                                     ning. 
                              When out on
                                    par 
                                       ade     
                                  animals stop in their tracks.	




By Robb A. Kopp
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Those men have been gone for days on end
I have cooked the last of the prairie hens
If they don't come back soon the food will be all gone
I have been hunting for miles on end
To see if there were some nuts, berries, or small animal's dens
Trying to gather what I can and add to the stores
Before winter comes and scarce will be the food source

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