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Jan 2016
come one, come all to the tale of the east,
where stayed a great hound who did nothing but eat,
so all of it's foes thought it a simpleton beast,

when finally captured, the people rejoiced,
to later realize it hadn't a choice,
to be what it is, and pretend to be lost,
with a terrorizing roar to serve as its voice.
Cries for help are rarely properly heard, so listen closely, please.
Frantz Saintil
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Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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