Wildlife. Bears. Tourists. (Remove filter)
Heard this happened. Who knows.
They ran wild in woods
Full of bears
And carried bells
And pepper spray
To keep the bears at bay
They knew no fear
The road was clear
Safety a written rule
They laughed and frolicked
And mocked the wild life
with their bells
And hid behind
Their pepper
Until one day
Invited to stay
At a vets on the hill
In weather a
little drizzly
He ...
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:14 pm
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