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My planned conversation with him had to die:
A man wanting to focus on his arrived pie,
For it actively loosening his tie,
His hands washing to disengage some dye…

Then saw I a tautened muscle of a face,
Who didn’t seem he would off race;
Rather, simply keep me at arm’s length
Or his lips seal as I waste verbal strength…

A hopeless, helpless hunger for more information
Continually lengthening a maddening duration.
”So, Russia is stronger than US;
No need now to US send our S O S ?”
A half-hour-old disquieting knowledge
Of Russia’s Weapon of Last Resort,
American teeth attacking and setting on edge
And The Congress just choosing to go to court!

Oh God! US militarily second to Russia…
I just could guess one thing it would usher…
But… But Tiger in most things dwarf A Lion,
And the Biggest Lion rather a Medium Tiger?
Yet Lions not Tigers Linked with God’s Zion
And a Lion sleeps with a Tigress for a Liger?

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