We found the pachyderm,
he was heading for the town,
he was ready to tell them.
His story,
for what it was worth,
meant the world to us.
He took strides
and widened his eyes.
He burned our hearts
and candles.
We threw nets,
he spoke too real.
Upon display,
he refuses to speak.
Sitting in a corner,
with his back to us,
we've done wrong.
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