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Morning Deer | ||
Graceful deer are softly kissed By the patient morning mist. They are browsing in the wood, Eating all the greens they should. If a stranger they should see, It is time to quickly flee. On their slender cloven feet They can make a swift retreat. With their tails aloft with pride, They can run until they hide. In the cloud they disappear, Driven by a simple fear. | ||
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