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The donkey was a stubborn old beast,
He dug in his hooves and refused to be leased,
No amount of prodding or pull,
Could make him move an inch, he was resolute and full,
Of unyielding determination, a force that never ceased.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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