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He’s a little blind, His body’s stunted, His skin is thick, And he sometimes sticks His pointed snout Somewhere where it’s not wanted. He can’t see it all, He gets things wrong; He rarely knows When he sometimes throws A pile of dirt Up on a perfect lawn. He’s poor with words, Can’t stand the silent shouting. He’s optimistic still, And hopes his hill Will be washed away Before it becomes a mountain.
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Mole Hill