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Like gun, I hold my bone tight Overwhelm with power I’m high Fierce and angry at other dogs I bark And to their heels I see their backs As talent, I guide my bone jealously Like egg, I carry it gently Prepared and planning others await my fall Ready to attack they come for all Distracted I’m engaged I n battle As though bitten by a rattle My bone is lost to a third – party Although not a part, he’s gone to party Down cast I go in dismay My bone has gone with no pay And tomorrow too late for amend ‘Cause, my bone has come to an end. (c)Obukov