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Sep 2019
As the buddha
Rests his
Travel
Wiery head
On his knee
As he
Crouches
Down town the ground
The lack of food
All that walking took its
Tole on him
Soon like
All living things he needs to
Reach his battery.
Starry
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Starry  30/F/Ottaww
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