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The lumbering beast was great but gaunt
Bedraggled fur it could no longer flaunt
With uneven patches, like a vagabond’s coat
Though beggars would avoid a land so remote
In that vast desolation there are no alms
Even sensitive people seldom have qualms
Or care about the struggle to survive, day-to-day
Of these creatures whose habitat is so far away Continue reading “Unbearable”