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Nov 2018
Lion you are,
All dressed in
sheep's garbs
fooling no one
but your own,
Mirror, mirror,
In woolen comb
a bleating roar
Trying to blend
when you were
made to hunt -
as the pride is
out waiting for
It's Tsar, to rule.
Ernest Julian Llewellyn
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Ernest Julian Llewellyn  25/M/Philippines
(25/M/Philippines)   
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