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Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
My duck pond polluted with human filth,
Old grizzly pidgins flock to eat the disease,
It shows in their mottled grey and brown feathers,

My little duck sits on a rock and cleans.
Wondering...
Where oh where has my baby gone!

Sickened with sadness I can stand it no longer.
The poor lonely duck
floats on the Spring mountain lake
waiting all alone.
Rubber duck, rubber ducky
You stay with me,
Even when the water's yucky.

Rubber duck, rubber ducky
your yellow skin bumps, and rubs me.

Mr. Duck, Mr. Hug me
You speak, more than a squeak, saying
"The waters calming, not alarming"

Rubber duck, rubber ducky
Stay with me. Even when the water turns ******.

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