I am an old
animal.
I have many
broken bones.
But
if only just the one thing,
I always
carry my pride.
And, I
always have held it
high.
In removing my outsides,
I always use care.
They are hungry
for it,
and I have no room for error.
We are almost done now
with this
harvest.
And
I am old news.
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