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The king of the jungle
as the lion roars
so as the animal flee
squirrels run into their tree
for safety and shelter
others are been devowered
and some are torn to shred
they shed and hide
but some abide
my poems may not rhythms
but its gonna take some time
as the lion calls for his dinner
one most render as a winner
and they might end up in their grave
for they brave
only them can come
but others form
some are good for nothing
and all are nothing at all
but if they fall they hold their backs
but why wouldn't I rest
for time is a call
and do my best
to hold the racks