Lift the stone and you will find me; cleave the wood and I am there - Bible


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Her scars! she hides For her cubs not to see, Hunting?! That she does ‘cause thy cubs to feed, After a long day, she abide calm As thy humming a psalm. Roaming the jungle, fearlessly And lions halt and gaze, Touch her! she'll throw her claws, carelessly! And you'll bleed for days, Deserted Venery Cause her cubs drain her energy.

© Thabaknee

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