Duck (poem thing)
Every day I walk past a pond with a duck.
Just one lonely duck.
The duck always there.
Following me all the way.
It just decides to stay.
I try to ignore it.
I try to scare it away.
Nothing works.
Now I'm used to the duck.
I can't help myself.
I feed the duck.
I walk with the duck.
The duck is like a pet to me and will forever be.
Untill time flies by and takes the duck to the sky.
For now the duck is mine.
I take care of it.
That was something I always wanted to try... I don't know if I did it right but I gave it all I had.
Nathan
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