Through city streets, he moves with grace,
Fifty bags adorned, a journey to embrace.
Each bag, a testament to his past,
In their embrace, he finds strength to last.
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His leather skeletons, weathered and wise,
Hold stories of triumph, beneath the skies.
With every step, he sheds his doubt,
In the hustle and bustle, he finds his route.
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He wears them proudly, these bags of lore,
In their patchwork, he sees much more.
For in their folds, he finds his light,
In the darkest alleys, he shines bright.
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Though burdensome they may seem to be,
In their embrace, he feels free.
For in their weight, he finds his might,
In the city's rhythm, he takes flight.
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So as he roams these urban streets,
With every beat, his spirit greets.
In every bag, in every line,
He finds the courage to shine.