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A bit of Ogden Nash

The other day I picked up a book of Ogden Nash, and found this wonderfully funny poem within. He is a master at rhyme.

The Hunter

The hunter crouches in his blind

‘Neath camouflage of every kind,

And conjures up a quacking noise

To lend allure to his decoys.

This grown up man, with pluck and luck

Is hoping to outwit a duck.

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