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Lumbering beasts, older than time. Fallen in a row. Split, cracked and leveled low. Once holding up the sky with proud and
majestic limbs they sink, rotting into the bosom of the earth. Their strong lithe arms stripped from them leaving them motionless
and wounded. They remind me of elephants holding onto the tail of the one infront of them with their trunk, being lead to
the brink. The remains of a boneyard, they say elephants know when they are going to die. They make the pilgrimage to lay
down with the dead. To stay close to their ancestors to their being to themselves.They take comfort in the ground among their
kin-folk and lay down to die.
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" John DOE Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways "
He dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of High-Park,
A childe-of-Man, whom there
were none to praise
And very few to hate.
A weed by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye !
Fair as a Star, when only one
Is shining in the cloudy sky.
he lived unknown, and few could know
When Johnny ceased to be;
But he is in his grave,
Crack -HEAD to the end...
and, oh.....
"The big difference to US all !"
[ W. Wordsworth]...........
[Translation by Dadaist for the Modern-world-age]
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