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Cruisin’ best speed, foot lightly on the gas But suddenly, alarm, alack, alas! Around a curve, vultures lunching en masse (On ‘possum de jour, a rotting, sodden mass) One panicked bird leaped up to fly and pass But wobble-crashed into the windshield glass He bumped, he bounced, he bonked upon his (brass) His life flailed out among the roadside grass
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
The Tragic Death of a New World Vulture
Cruisin’ best speed, foot lightly on the gas But suddenly, alarm, alack, alas! Around a curve, vultures lunching en masse (On ‘possum de jour, a rotting, sodden mass) One panicked bird leaped up to fly and pass But wobble-crashed into the windshield glass He bumped, he bounced, he bonked upon his (brass) His life flailed out among the roadside grass
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
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