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This is no life, Merely an existence. Where is the cunning In scavenging for scraps From these bins In nocturnal gardens; The most common rat Does the same to survive! I have heard our elders tell Of the greenest fields and the sweetest grass; And I have dreamed vividly once, too, Of midnight hills and rivers - An innate memory of a life that has never been mine?
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
The urban fox
This is no life, Merely an existence. Where is the cunning In scavenging for scraps From these bins In nocturnal gardens; The most common rat Does the same to survive! I have heard our elders tell Of the greenest fields and the sweetest grass; And I have dreamed vividly once, too, Of midnight hills and rivers - An innate memory of a life that has never been mine?
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
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