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A Lion's Contemplation

Here I am, the King of the Savannah, The mightiest of the mighty, ...why do I feel so small? Creatures cower at my Magnificent and loud roar, ...why does it sound like A kitten mewing to me? My mane is voluminous and Shines like silk in the afternoon sun, ...why do I feel like I'm balding? My teeth gleam like Porcelain when I flash Someone a dazzling smile. ...why do they feel rotten? Who am I really, what They see, or what I feel?
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kimberle-killips
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Oct 6, 2010
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