I Am
I am a metal container
Cold and smooth
Ice from the depths of winter
But holding everything in
I am a Ford Ranger
Beaten and dented
Green paint chipping from the surface
But the engine's still running
I am a crow
Black and ugly
With a horrible caw
But infinite wisdom
I am the sound of a falling tree
In the middle of a forest
Where nothing can hear
But still makes sound















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