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The elk are uneasy It's time to cross the lake You can see it in their faces The way their noses Are just so still The lake is a river Running Polar bears are caught Coughing, paddling for the shore To no avail The elk stand tall Take one step Then none
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
The elk
The elk are uneasy It's time to cross the lake You can see it in their faces The way their noses Are just so still The lake is a river Running Polar bears are caught Coughing, paddling for the shore To no avail The elk stand tall Take one step Then none
PhoenixBekkedal
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
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