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 Duck Pie Nothing was boring The air was crisp and filled with snow I added caramel to my marshmallow I toasted next to a fire As gazed upon my treat with great desire I slowly bent down to pick it up When in flew a plump young duck I grabbed my torch and flung with fury Apparently, it was in no hurry It might have escaped had I not closed the shutter The duck tried again with a great flutter I flung again and this time bullseye I feasted that night on a delicious duck pie. I simply decided to write a poem. Though, I did eat duck the other night. Article posted December 5, 2011 at 09:33 PM • comment • Reads 1187 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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