What about the deer?
Please don't hit them with the van.
They run and play all year.
What about the deer?
You honk the horn, they run in fear.
Practically yelling, catch me if you can.
What about the deer?
Please don't hit them with the van.
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
