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(Tr)aveling w(i)th the younger I With her on your back She gazed at intricate diamonds of the dark. Never facing an ounce of (um)brage. With age, her knowledge flourished Growing from the water of your trunk Her brain was nourished with ex(p)erience Following in your trail Strengthening over time She (ha)d no i(nt)erest on your back Nor the night sky Rather clouds and the outside Away sh(E) wa(l)ked from your shadow With your trunk raised high Lions and crocodiles swarmed her on s(e)a and land With no trunk or tusk Adrenaline rushed She shook in nerves til dusk Continuing days with no shade Skin cells accepting harsh sun rays With the storm of your stom(p)s She awaited your presence (h)yen(a)s laughed as you came Splattering blood on your name You laid with your wheel As she wailed with no trunk She wept For you sculpted her i(nt)o who (s)he was Long, Long down the road. Buying from an old bookstore Finding a binder filled with the Royal Animals Turning the first sheet She noticed a stamp Reminding her of her stuffed friends Triumphant Elephants
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Triumphant Elephants
(Tr)aveling w(i)th the younger I With her on your back She gazed at intricate diamonds of the dark. Never facing an ounce of (um)brage. With age, her knowledge flourished Growing from the water of your trunk Her brain was nourished with ex(p)erience Following in your trail Strengthening over time She (ha)d no i(nt)erest on your back Nor the night sky Rather clouds and the outside Away sh(E) wa(l)ked from your shadow With your trunk raised high Lions and crocodiles swarmed her on s(e)a and land With no trunk or tusk Adrenaline rushed She shook in nerves til dusk Continuing days with no shade Skin cells accepting harsh sun rays With the storm of your stom(p)s She awaited your presence (h)yen(a)s laughed as you came Splattering blood on your name You laid with your wheel As she wailed with no trunk She wept For you sculpted her i(nt)o who (s)he was Long, Long down the road. Buying from an old bookstore Finding a binder filled with the Royal Animals Turning the first sheet She noticed a stamp Reminding her of her stuffed friends Triumphant Elephants
A ******** poem of a stuffed elephant who goes through life with this once little girl
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
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