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Sep 9
My grandmother told me,
“Even the donkey learns
once bitten by the pit,
he walks the other way.”
Yet I, stubborn heart,
return each time,
to fall,
to bruise,
to call the hole my fate.
Written by
Marwan Baytie  55/M/Australia
(55/M/Australia)   
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   Mike Adam
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