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I Saw A Lobster

I saw a lobster

I looked into his eyes as they weeped.
I felt the tears running down his cheek
I know what he does not which makes me sad.
Living without an ounce of freedom it made cry
I hate the feeling of his death in site
Wanting to liberate I did not
I am wondering of why not
I knew that the conditions were not
I need to liberate. This comes from my heart



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