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Feb 2017
Run away Bull
But in the tristate of New York
Yes, a Bull on its way to the Slaughter House that saw the chance to be on the run
The Bull was determined he wasn’t going to be out done
This run certainly wasn’t for fun
So the Bull decided he was going to enjoy the sweet moments of air and freedom
The Police tried to catch
It seemed more like fetch
But the Bull kept being on the move
The Bull had everything to prove
The Bull was thinking, “No Slaughter House for me”
Yet there were witnesses that did see
It was surprised by all
But the Bull was what the witnesses saw
I guess the bull missed his home farm
The Bull maybe was trying to go back
However, the Bull seemed to run around the block
The Police were planning to capture in being a plot
Well the Bull slowed down
He was tranquilized and felt to the ground
The Slaughter House waited, and the Bull was where he was supposed to arrive
Did the Bull survive long?
One only knows
But it all goes to show, Bulls can run.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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