A mule deer is a mighty beast
A challenge that will end in feast.
Wasatch mountains are its home
In verdant valleys, it will roam.
I envy you, my pretty friend,
Life so free, and bloody end.
I want to run.
But i know
in the end, it is love that makes the venison tender.
And, as multitudes we'll live in eternal splender.
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