Venison Poem by Lamar Cole

Venison



It always got his attention.
When his mom was cooking venison.
He loved deer meat.
It was very good to eat.
He couldn't wait until he was old enough to hunt.
But for now he was a deer eating little runt.

Monday, October 14, 2019
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