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Jul 2017
I once read in a book that moose never die alone
While looking through my airplane window
I saw a moose falling into the cold snow
All by itself with no one to turn to
Nowhere to go
I once read in a book that moose never die alone
It was a lie
Written by
Marin  17/M/Zagreb, Croatia
(17/M/Zagreb, Croatia)   
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