A poem for the veterinarian
A poem for the veterinarian
“I found this beat-up, feathered chick,”
I said. “She nodded a lot, smiled sometimes,
But now her heart won’t tick.”
“I found this beat-up, feathered chick,”
I said. “She nodded a lot, smiled sometimes,
But now her heart won’t tick.”
posted by Gary Crane at 6:15 PM
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I like this one a lot
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