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Mar 2016
I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark.
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car at 65 would not make a good friend of a deer.
So stay out of my way. I like deer meat.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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   Dawn Lambert
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