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Thank you Minx. I'm sure you'll also appriecate this next one. It was something I wrote when the wolf visited me again a few nights ago.
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The Return of the Wolf.
Once again I lie awake in my bed.
In she plods with her fur of grey and white.
The bitch is back to mess with my head.
I'm so tired I've lost my will to fight.
She leaps on my bed and snarls and growls.
Her nose wrinkles as she stares down at me.
In full moonlight she arches back and howls.
The sound of it grips me with strong degree.
All I ask for is to sleep on this night.
To walk on through the many worlds of my dreams.
But my request is denied by her bite.
This torture is endless, or so it seems.
For with the first light of dawn from the east,
She leaves to the west to find her next feast.
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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.
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