The beer deer

2003 poems

One day I hear this deer come right out of the woods.
The deer came right up by the side of me as I saw this

One man drinking a beer.

I saw lots of tears fall down that mans face,
because he had to many beers.

The man ran the deer back into the woods
because there was to many tears falling down his face.

That same day, I saw that deer take a drink of beer.

(c)Cherisse Powers


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