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Apr 2019
The lion
Her sleek coat, georejus and full
Her powerful paws, silently gliding across the earth
Her entrancing eyes, able to steal hearts and souls
Her blinding teeth, killing in an instant
And yet, all she has to do is lay
Lay in the sun, in your regal beauty
Lay in the sun, surveying your kingdom
Lay in the sun, and below your mighty roar
If iā€™m lucky, I may be fit to be your afternoon snack
I am not but a servant unworthy of your gaze that blesses my life.
Yvonne Nice
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Yvonne Nice  14/F
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