What are you to do when you see a dead duck,
Its wings snapped like a coffee stirrer in Starbucks,
Its intestine exploded like vomit on Sunday morning,
And its beak, broken from its face?
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Oh, forgot to read this one before commentiing. Can do that later. Hang on! ! ...That was a mistake - a big mistake. Just read the damned thing. I'll pretend I didn't. Good, well worked imagery, steady tempo, all the formal elements to a high standard. All in all not much wrong with this, and with proper attention I don't see why that duck shouldn't go fishing again.
Damn, that was the last one! !