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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 looked sharp
and as dangerous 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 watching me,
I ran away with a scream
before falling on my 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 rumbling sound
that carried a gassy 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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