I'm Riding An Antelope
(or, Ode to Shel Silverstein)
I'm riding an Antelope into the sky
I wonder I wonder if we'll truly fly.
Or maybe we'll bound from hill to hill
Forgetting our homes and lives until
My Antelope says, 'I'm done for the day.'
And both of us sleep on top of some hay.
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