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Mallard (Free verse) by richa

touching its plumped tail with a paddle was an undeliberate thrill. to navigate this pond in a wooden box of a boat, can try. the lob of a crust to break the water, an ear of bread trimmed from a sandwich, an offer that upturns a beak's chimera.

richa 2-Jan-05/7:06 AM
Pretentious buncombe. What I meant to say was the frown and smile are part of the duck beak's same rigid pose.




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