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This little guy is pretty chill He lives on top an icy hill. He can go sledding on his belly Without turning into jelly After he crashes and smashes Into igloos or leaves gashes In some poor eskimo’s ice Sculpture that used to be very nice. He can have epic snowball fights When the polar bears don’t bites And the seals decide to join in On the fun and they all grin With excitement and wonder. He can also go under Water and swim with the whales Or slide down their massive tails In short, for that is what a penguin Truly is, not to mention Cute, pudgy, and the coolest Animal that lives life to the fullest
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Penguin
This little guy is pretty chill He lives on top an icy hill. He can go sledding on his belly Without turning into jelly After he crashes and smashes Into igloos or leaves gashes In some poor eskimo’s ice Sculpture that used to be very nice. He can have epic snowball fights When the polar bears don’t bites And the seals decide to join in On the fun and they all grin With excitement and wonder. He can also go under Water and swim with the whales Or slide down their massive tails In short, for that is what a penguin Truly is, not to mention Cute, pudgy, and the coolest Animal that lives life to the fullest
ashley-dennis
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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