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A gentle soul that once, Trod well, worn paths, Laid down by matriarchs past. Now just, Brittle bones baked by a searing heat, Bleached beyond a perfect white. Here lies the last elephant. © Nick Strong 2014
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
The Last Elephant
A gentle soul that once, Trod well, worn paths, Laid down by matriarchs past. Now just, Brittle bones baked by a searing heat, Bleached beyond a perfect white. Here lies the last elephant. © Nick Strong 2014
We have to stop poaching of these and other precious creatures that will be gone unless we act.
#last#animals#elephant
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
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