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Trunk curled up Tail too high in the air I get a headache Every time I do it The highlight Of my day Is being Sprayed down By the hose On travel days I weep Lumbering Up the ramp Smacked on the bum With a stick No windows In sight Rain splattering On the metal above Hours and hours In the dark Smelly and hot I wait For the doors To swing open And the light To flood in Waiting to perform Kept within bars A chain tied around my foot It’s jail For elephants |
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