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A gentle soul that once, Trod well, worn paths, Laid down by matriarchs past. Now just, Brittle bones baked by a searing heat, Bleached beyond a perfect white. Here lies the last elephant. © Nick Strong 2014

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Written by

nick-strong

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Mar 28, 2014

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Notes: We have to stop poaching of these and other precious creatures that will be gone unless we act.
Tags: #last #animals #elephant

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