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Saturday, May 22, 2010

Lion Wind

A lionesque wind
Came to circle, to yowl
To prey upon us in the end
Into a small space, to prowl

With the strength of its pride
It tore up wide a big opening
And its mouth opened wide
For a sickening happening...

Forecasts warned, a storm
We were not prepared
As evil performed
Subtlety aired

This poem would look great in a lion's mouth!

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