In the shoes of an elephant,
Some truth's are irrelevant.
The skeleton gave its boots to the elephant for the hell of it.
Because the skeleton knew
the elephant grew.
Navigating outside of its element.
The skeleton will ride on the elephants spine.
The refined stride of the elephant
glides through life with more elegance.
Thanks to the kind, supplied by the skeleton.
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