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Table of Skulls

Lion sits at his table with appetite to enjoy fruits of his daily labor Those with him during every feast are invisible skulls of past meals Friends and foes sing and dance jumping all over the table at meal lion harshly bickers, denies rights some he praises and honors bitterly Bed time lion scatters his eyes all over traumatized by vision of crying skulls yet his appetite grows day and night to capture friend and foe for meals Legion of weeping and dancing skulls frequently disrupt joys of stolen meal

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