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I’m sorry it is just the fact that I am a wild animal. I will not turn in my homework. I will howl at the rising moon. I will not take out the trash. I will climb trees. I will not get a job. I will befriend the birds and have chats about the weather with beavers. You cannot cage a wild heart. It’s roots grow deeper than the tallest pine and its blood runs faster and warmer that a wolf at night. The lion tamer will be eaten. And that is beautiful. Uncaged is beautiful. Wild is beautiful.

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BMGC Arnhem

I feel some love for this poem. Rock on.

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