January 26, 2018
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The wild woolly walrus waits and wonders when we will walk by,
His eyes larger than my head,
Tusks as long as my arm,
His body wrinkles like grandma's face,
I hear his orr-like flippers,
Stomping against the sand,
Leaving dents so big that I could lay in them.

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