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Taxidermy


I touched a deer yesterday.

First its nose then its cheek.

I looked into its glass eyes,

Sadly empty and dead,

Placed when they stuffed its head,

Then mounted it as a trophy.

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I am a Social Studies Composite Teaching major at USU

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