A poem by the Latham family of Dunnville This is a story that’s never yet been toldOf the Dunnville deer with antlers of goldTwas a night in December, hunting season finally throughA poor deer was exhausted and thought, “Now what to do?”He was shambles, an awful dread sightBut how to find a girlfriend on a starry winter night?His old girlfriend…
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