More Random CreaturesThe Camel walks for days on just one drink,
On softest sand his feet will never sink,
He carries heavy loads, and people, too:
The burning question is, one hump or two?
The Skunk smells bad, we have to say,
But it's really not his fault
That Nature chose the strangest way
To protect him from assault.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-08-12 at 01:07
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