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i was singing in the sunlight, i was contemplating day. when i came across an elephant who'd gotten lost along the way. he was tatood with the markings of the universal gods, he was walking mortal grounds trying to even out the odds. his tusks were chipped- like jagged spears, skin was wrinkled with lines of verse. his eyes i could not look away entranced by things untold. as day broke night and night broke day his ballad did unfold. he whisperd in the loudest roar, through his trunk he wove a tale. and even though he spoke in elephant a message it did reveal. listen child, oh fragile spirit, take heed in what i say. understand that through yourself your mind will find its way. listen child, for i cant stay. understand that change cant wait, for time is of the hours day. listen child, for there is sound escaping from the long forgot, utopian,freedom, grounds. the elephant did not get to finish his carfuly chosen words. for he was shot, then bled to death, befor his voice was heard
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Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
elephant talk
i was singing in the sunlight, i was contemplating day. when i came across an elephant who'd gotten lost along the way. he was tatood with the markings of the universal gods, he was walking mortal grounds trying to even out the odds. his tusks were chipped- like jagged spears, skin was wrinkled with lines of verse. his eyes i could not look away entranced by things untold. as day broke night and night broke day his ballad did unfold. he whisperd in the loudest roar, through his trunk he wove a tale. and even though he spoke in elephant a message it did reveal. listen child, oh fragile spirit, take heed in what i say. understand that through yourself your mind will find its way. listen child, for i cant stay. understand that change cant wait, for time is of the hours day. listen child, for there is sound escaping from the long forgot, utopian,freedom, grounds. the elephant did not get to finish his carfuly chosen words. for he was shot, then bled to death, befor his voice was heard
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Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
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