Six Liners

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ANT

The ants build pyramids

With blocks of sand

Just like the Egyptians

Whose pyramids are admired

But the ants go down the drain

Not unlike the people of today


Fox

I can smell the dew in the air

Feel the lush green grass in my paws

Gaze at the immense blue sky, just like you

But no, we are not the same

So I am shot for my ratty pelt

And sold like the slaves of nor


Dog

I am classified violent

If I bark while provoked

He is classified a wimp

If he cries while beaten

Why do people look at one half

But ignore the other

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 09, 2016 ⏰

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