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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 14, 2022 23:34:02 GMT -6
The Red Bull
He is beautiful and mean; Two thousand pounds mean. He's monstrous, no, magnificent! When the sun shines on him in the late afternoon His hide appears to be on fire. He is a mass of muscle on the hoof, Ruling the pasture and all that's in it. The red bull, awesome, frightening, All powerful until he stops making baby beef, Then he is destined to become somebody's Big Mac.
Copyright ©2006 Don Tyson
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Post by Catlady2710 on Jan 15, 2022 12:52:59 GMT -6
Enjoyed the poem. I could see him all magnificent and all...but I was not expecting that last line...lol!
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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 15, 2022 13:24:38 GMT -6
I like throwing a curve ball in my poetry
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 27, 2022 19:43:49 GMT -6
Don, raw and roaring as the creature you so eloquently put into words.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 27, 2022 20:05:39 GMT -6
I hear you, Don, but with your words, you have captured the reality of life.
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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 30, 2022 14:01:54 GMT -6
Thank you, John and Foxy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2022 23:40:31 GMT -6
Cool stuff
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Post by oldarmybear on Feb 1, 2022 8:28:26 GMT -6
thanks, Michael
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