Unmistakable Feathers
I shall begin to save my stale bread.
I noticed the ducks are about on the pond.
When it becomes utterly frigid,
and the roads are closed,
I will find my way over to the pond
and be a hero in their beady little eyes.
I will become their duck queen.
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And ducks everywhere will chant your name. Well, quack your name anyways..
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