Monday, October 9, 2017

Dear Deer,

Dear Dead Deer,

You dared to dart without delay across a road that was clearly marked “Dead End.” The driver couldn’t determine if you were deaf or just dumb. You dallied for so long just before daybreak when it was dark, that the dazzling lights deflected the dangerous detour you determined was dandy. A hard ding damaged you beyond repair. You now lay down in the the deep and damp ditch. Doomed! Deviation of your usual decisions was deemed deadly. There was no doubling back. You and your debonair air which disguised dullness and defiance was destroyed. No dodge, no delay, DONE. DRAINED. DISCHARGED. DASHED. DEPARTED. DEFUNCT. 


Love, Doe

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