She The..Lion...I Wish
J
James McLain
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Laying in the grass next to her
getting whupped by her tail.
Even the fays flee the sheen
heat oven to speak out loud.
Onlooking crowd crawling in
hyenas laugh skin does crawl.
Bawling of cafe knows not fate
I roar getting whupped by her tails
pleasure of death her eye watching.
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