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M. T. When I was young You- were a fierce roaring Lion- your word was law. With an iron- rod you Ruled your Kingdom - When I was older You did not appear so fierce. Your rod had bent, Your Kingdom had begun to crumble - I know what - I had not known before. I now seek - what is almost gone - I touched your withered fingers with - a kiss- I watched as you Attempted to roar - To raise your rod- To rule a Kingdom That was slowly slipping away - I watched as you tried to hold on - I prayed you would hold on - and I wept, because Your time here was already spent And I say – good-bye, M. T...