I Once Saw An Ox

He fell on the ground.

By Darla M SeelyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I Once Saw An Ox

One day I saw an ox

That knocked over a box.

Then he fell on the ground

And made a laughing sound

In a big pile of rocks.

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Darla M Seely

I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos

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Kristen Balyeat3 years ago
This created a funny visual!

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I Once Saw An Ox

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