Deer Boy Requiem
John Clare Stokes
I see they finally got
You deer boy
Oh boy
One-hundred and twenty five
Atta boy
Like a lots
And way to go's
Later
Hung you for all
To gawk
Sorry for all this
deer boy
Granny never wanted
That deer blood
Transfusion
You were not meant
To live unhunted
You were a deer
Not dear
No longer a little Flag with
Spots beneath the palmetto.
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