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There once was a coyote who’s smile
Appeared to be wicked and vile
But hidden deep down
His soul was his crown
In grassy picturesque style.
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Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Comments (4)
Lovely fun limerick - and I love seeing coyotes (well all wildlife but so many are afraid of these guys, it's ridiculous).
That’s was excellent, Limerick poem 👍🏽👍🏽
Beautiful fresh imagery! Well done! Loved it!
I wanna be friends with that coyote, lol! Loved your poem!