Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Lion

Walking slow with grace, there's no rush.
Speaking like your tough, such confidence.
Telling others right from wrong, taking control.
Following me around and staying close, you're a protector.
Being nice even to those who don't deserve, your likeable.
Sitting with nothing to do, so lazy.
But you have the strength, you're my lion

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