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Dragging his feet in the desert,
A camel, his only friend.
Dying for food and water,
His life was coming to an end.
He collapsed beside his camel,
Didn't know what to do.
This was a ridiculous bet,
He wouldn't make it through.
He stood up quickly,
He had to make this worthwhile.
Before his death he would have pleasure,
He was going to go out in style.
He looked over guiltily at his camel,
Then a smile spread across his face.
He ran over and tried to mount it,
As it got up and ran, kicking him in the face.
He ran after it as it leads him to the city,
It seem his life would not end.
He beat the bet; they asked him what he wanted,
Looking over at his camel he asked,"can you hold my friend?"
Written By HvN August 22, 2008
uhh some people didn't get the poem.... he.. uhh made love to the camel. lol
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