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Scavenger by very nature, And nuisance to those Who’d judge and propose Only pessimism of this creature. Though troublesome, in a sense, To instinct it’s bound, And blame confounds— For its entirety mere innocence. Lions, though great and proud, it aids— For in its small size And its meekness lies True intent and respect others evade. Despite the slightness it commands The large elephant Is fearful and can’t Overcome what it doesn’t understand. Viewed as disgusting, vile and weak Though when the time comes And all others run I’ll scurry on, stand proudly, and squeak.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
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Scavenger by very nature, And nuisance to those Who’d judge and propose Only pessimism of this creature. Though troublesome, in a sense, To instinct it’s bound, And blame confounds— For its entirety mere innocence. Lions, though great and proud, it aids— For in its small size And its meekness lies True intent and respect others evade. Despite the slightness it commands The large elephant Is fearful and can’t Overcome what it doesn’t understand. Viewed as disgusting, vile and weak Though when the time comes And all others run I’ll scurry on, stand proudly, and squeak.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
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