I wandered as a lonely cloud,when the wolf in darkness howls.Windy birch flagellate with the hilltop's silhouetee.Upon her rabid soul,the sun cast no empathy,in the Darwinian hills and woods,still as the howls junketing at the speed of light,the hunter grit to sword death and swift as the falcon to sword play will not be remorsed by its daisy kicks.Wolves,vultures and foxes too are preys too of higher mammals but not so like lion in the
den.
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