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Triceratops
I was talking to a Triceratops,
About the age-old, meaning of life.
He said, he didn’t have the answer,
But, would go and ask his wife.
Moments later he returned,
Disappointment, etched over his face.
She said, “it’s no good asking me,”
We got wiped out;
by a thing, from Outer Space.
Copyright ©
Kevin Shaw
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