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Now here’s a poem for you:

There is a bog in Brainerd
That’s always on the move,
How can a beast one thousand tons
So quickly find its groove?

Its attitude needs adjustment
To soothe its mucky wrath,
Arctic Cats and wooden docks
Lie in its raging path.

Perhaps if you were stinky, too
You’d be on the roam,
You’d nosh a boat for breakfast
Whilst looking for a home.

Writer, editor, and media maker. Blogs at Completely in the Dark ( and lives in Minneapolis, MN. I notice things.

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