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Jul 2013
The man said,
'the first hint of fear,
Was when our eyes met'.

When I looked into the lion's eyes,
I saw a reflection of my life.

A withering animal,
Not strong enough to protect it's scarred sacred pray,
From the flying tourmenting monsters,
To high to reach.
Bogle
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Bogle
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   Gary Muir and ---
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