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A path is worn going no where the perimeter of a domain enclosed by a fence. The pride will not follow, the wildebeest too few to encircle their young shiver in a biting cold. A Bengal tiger paces before a closed door awaiting a cold lifeless prey as broken winged raptors long for the sky. A cheetah races the shadow of its past. The silver backed gorilla thumps an empty chest. The children leave in yellow buses believing the lie. John G. Lawless ©10/26/2021

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