(kc) ripper Poems

I once was
Highly prized,
Almost extinct
I tell no lies.
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Music is like a city
The genres are the suburbs
The bands, the streets
The albums, the buildings
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Fred’s frequent funky farts
Freaking flip me feet-side-up.
Fred often farts after a feed
Of fatty or fried foods.
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Eagles soar so high in the sky
Wagtails can but not as high.
If I could fly, I’d soar free with the birds
I’d hunt with the hawks and have
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On a stinking hot summer days
The beach is my haven.
Dashing and diving and splashing everywhere.
I play with my dog in the sand and
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