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July 2, 2010

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the all start fray, quickened to the pace, long passed longing, the wild side for wolves, all vicious in their natural way, the flirt, the fall, the ever minding way, they work, stirring early from their front door slumber, the whirring in time, to the frothing mouths, and sharpened tooth, grasping for your pulse, as lovingly they sway you, held to their breast, and set to devour, inch by inch, every morsel.

© Bryan McLean July 2, 2010
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