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May 2016
What of hunting, hunter bold?
         Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry you went to ****?
         Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
         Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that you hurry by?
         Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
By Rudyard Kipling
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