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My Eyes Are Hunting Spears

My eyes are my spears in bushes of opportunities they lead me with confidence but it is only good scenery and plateful of edibles I get I do eat with my hungry eyes my hands are too short and legs not fast enough to identify and catch real games every hunting expedition with empty hands I return but with satisfied eyes that mean nothing to my life in this land of opportunities that belong to me not

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