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By B.K. Date: 2016 Apr 02 Comment on this Work [[2016.04.02.19.40.11412]] |
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I saw him this morning In sunlit stripes With all his degrees Standing proudly Waiting for the world to salute him He was grand I must admit I had never seen anything like him before A really big one too Strutting his edge of the big city stuff He was waiting for them all To come to him Begging for his service He was a handsome stud I wanted to stop and take his picture But I was scared I would scare off His admirers And he was dressed to kill In his element in his prime I was just glad it was not November He was a such a Wild Turkey To just fit the holiday bill In a state full of gun nuts All smiling feather frilled I hope his spring wishes were fulfilled And he survives to make his getaway Oh I pray Dearest Tom in all his glory Making magnificent music.. Is strutting with the gang telling his stories bk April second twenty sixteen |