Oh You Ostriches
        by K. I. Smet  (k-i-smet@Writing.Com)
Oh, you Ostriches, my fellow man.
They led us here, and pointed saying this is sand.
Lest by chance a fool we hap to be.
The truth is plain for all to see.
Time for us to struggle, and throw a fit.
Yuck, phooey, and out we spit.
Thats not sand, its Bullshit.
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