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The Broken Grizzly Bear
I walked a lonely road
and plain was my style,
my clothes were getting dirty
and I wore a broken smile.
I spotted a grizzly bear
and fear told me to run,
his teeth razor sharp
looked as violent as a gun.
The day was getting cloudy
and I stood rather still,
the fear that I felt inside
had become a cold chill.
I turned and tried to escape
the creature looking at me,
I moved with a scream
and fell on my right knee.
I stood up and ran faster
to avoid the danger there,
but that bear followed
and kept a steady glare.
I made a loud gassy sound
that growled a strong smell,
the grizzly ran the other way
and he wasn't doing well.
He was down in seconds
and I knew that he'd be tame,
a grizzly faced with flatulence
will never be the same.
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