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Apr 2019
He dwells
and sits just at the shore
and frowns
at his own image.

A pilgrimage he has experienced;
a journey, sometimes with, sometimes without good friends

And off all fences and all walls he jumps
and always will.
Though dark his skin and dark his eye

his name shines just a thousand times
for that.
I believe he is actually a really nice guy.
Me
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