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RBz_OFFROAD
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« on: December 01, 2011, 09:58:16 am » |
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This is a poem that I wanted to share, I wrote about a night of hog hunting after my buddys catch dog and one of his bay dogs both got killed before we brought our catch dog and a started catch dog a few years back to help them out.
I wrote this and put it in my senior book for my high school English class.
It was very dark
We was jumpung logs
Old Troubadour and Stupid
Had us a hog
Them woods were very loud
You could hear it grunt
That bog old thing
Sure wasn't a runt
By the time we got there
They still had him down
But that old hog
Was standing his ground
We killed the hog
And shined the light
Them big old cutters
Were big and bright
We caught all the dogs
After having a ball
We knew that monster
Was going on the wall!
I just wanted to share and to see what yall thought about this. Thanks
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Boarrunner69
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« Reply #2 on: December 01, 2011, 06:54:08 pm » |
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Thats one good poem!  |
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Flank'em and shank'em
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Heaven Sent Kennel
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« Reply #3 on: December 01, 2011, 09:34:21 pm » |
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I like it. Pretty creative. I like the one I saw in boar hunter magazine about the boar before christmas or something like that.
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If ya ain't touchin' 'em ya ain't close enuff!!!
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TexasJ
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« Reply #5 on: December 02, 2011, 07:35:43 am » |
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Cool.
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