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Ode to the Hippopotamus
A Sonnet
by karl-marx
My hippopotamus, to you I write.
How I love the way you bark, snort and eat,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the strange petite.
Let me compare you to a friendly pie?
You are more busy, unfriendly and big.
Spruce drought dries the loosepicnics of July,
And summertime has the israeli zbig.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your elbows, eyebrows and elbows.
Thinking of your great eyebrows fills my days.
My love for you is the rough tornados.
Now I must away with a jolly heart,
Remember my smart words whilst we