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Oct 2018
Even though it was animal instinct
I couldn't distinct
My soul trying to restrict
My thoughts evict

We are elite
No defeat
We are superior
They are inferior
But in the exterior
We too are inferior

We strive
Try to improvise
We try to survive
And to revive
Our bee hive

We care for our own
Deep to the bone
We feel alone
And crave a home

We bleed
We plant a seed
Everyone's got a need
Their soul's they had to feed

So be kind
Let this remind
You might rewind
Truth to find
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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