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Poem: He

Free as the wind was he
With eyes glowing wild as tan
Carved on steady rocks, his path,
Submitting to nature, his passion

To him walls are barriers,
But fearless, he frolics about
Wading through life’s tide
Like a lonely cloud, wandering,
Heed to nature, his precious being


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