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let’s talk lions; you know a lion
yet not really about but starting with
what is depicted as a jungle cat
though lances rip this flimsy diaphragm
should memory so much as indicate
an intention to recall a picture
of a lion or a pride of lions
hanging out in an African jungle.
Scenes in films of chops licked and manes shaken
tend to arrange them in grass, under trees;
ah, in luck, here comes a lion. Hey great
cat, what’s up? A villager in a tree.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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