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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

Added: 29 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 11:39 PM | Viewed: 6902 times

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