The Other Side Of The Bubble

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Oct 29, 2005

My passion...

Bears
–Barely retired.
Big and burly, Moe and Curly
Lumber around all day
They let out a grunt, the audience gasps
To see them strut and sway

They live in a world of manufactured rocks
Of nicely presented trees
And when the time shows 3 o’clock
It’s time for their feeding spree…

So night and day they snooze and play
And plod along in confinement
As I snap away, they continue to lay…Desensitized from retirement

My passion...

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