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The Activist
by Paul E.

As morning breaks she quickly runs,
When all the world's a darkened blur,
As she brings the gift of life to ones
Condemned to die for bearing fur.

No selfish motive reigns above,
No fear of danger stays her hand!
Her mission's one of selfless love;
No nobler cause in all the land!

The evil furrier stomps like hell.
His victims gone; his profits, too!
The brave young girl is gone as well,
Without the slightest trace or clue.

And as the next night turns to morn,
Out in the tranquil country wood,
Some happy creatures, once forlorn,
Now live in freedom, as they should.

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