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Poem: Round Rumpus Rocks

Round Rumpus Rocks
appearing on a hill
They’re moving in the distance
then standing very still

As sure as day they’re munching
and chewing on the grass
and there’s a little bird sitting
on the black one’s… rear end.

Like wheelbarrows or boulders
These guys move as their nature allows
You don’t think they’re ugly?
No silly, they’re just cows.

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