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The man, the world (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
A man, business man, hunter who, sitting in his high hide since he was born now forty-four and well sighted in on his prey decides the best thing he has ever done in his life he is doing right now. He decides not to shoot the buck. He then climbs down from natures skyscraper leans against the tree and dies.

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