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Jul 2016
Like cautious mellipede
I walk,
Not daunted to touch the best,
But this land is slippery.

Like fastidious Hunter
I walk,
Not Falling into the ambush I laid
For antelopes,
Because the land is slippery.

Like a cautious blind old man
I walk,
Not letting go of my rod like Moses,
Because the land is slippery.

I walk in the night like night,
On watch like a king's Knight,
Because the land is slippery.
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Drunk poet  19/M/Everywhere
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   Mack
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