Pond Of Pretty Ducks Poem by Cigar Aficionado
Pond Of Pretty Ducks
They float quacking I think of you
when we quacked two as one is
the reflection a reminder that we
have no dinner..we think alike..as
Because all of you think alike you
thought we would harm the duck
when it is you who eats us as quail.
Don't use us as sport and run us
down when you are bored and drunk.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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