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Aug 2017
We may as well do it,
give them a treat,
throw them a bone
let them eat
something sweet.

I used to think they'd all gone
became extinct
after the meteorite bomb
how wrong was I?

everywhere we look
there's  diplodocus
eyeing us,

(is the plural of diplodocus, diplodocii?)
if not, why?

Pterodactyls **** on window sills
worse than pigeons ever were
and ain't it the truth that I'm scared of the
sabre tooth
(or should that be sabre teeth?)
tiger.

feed them popcorn anyway
until the day has worn away
and say your prayers.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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