Critter re-enters then Willie leaves.

Seems there is some conflict here? Do they not get on together? It seems logical if nothing else.

Hunger radiates from His Lion-Heart;
While stalking sweet scented Prey across Africa’s green glowing terrain!

How magnificent this sinuous King who over turns the Gazelle;
tearing into warm moist meat!

Now brilliant ambers eyes rest until his Hunger unfurls
His great golden lion mane!

“While this rare Poem on The Lion is not complete nor is the Union of Provincial of Alberta Employees and and one only passenger in heart surgery I read to was mother impressed and recommended in British England that of London sail to write a book on my Holy Baptised and Holy Confirmed Roman Catholic mind un married and
waiting hot Catholic for my perfect love I married!!”

I wrote further:

MY QUEEN!

My Soul dry and whet for My Queen!

As I lead my brave Soldiers across the burning sand,
I feel no pain but for My Queen!

And, as Lead my brave men to Battle:

I fight, live, and love for My Queen!

And as the blade of the sword enters me now;
And my Blood drains over my Being;

I think not of their wives and children,
Who died of scorn and rot;

And as My Blood drains cooling the burning sand;
I think only of My Queen!!

I wrote these words as a Poet in Military and invite,
all responisble people to be a ware of WAR!!

A PRINCESS OF MY BLOOD!

Love is Angel and born with wing and Virgin! Eyes blue more than Heaven and days are waiting for your birth I love and wait not time to end Life if enter a demon dressed in death! Why I love my son well clean and brace for War; never did I enter any time and kissed her more! My Life is my Roman Catholic Kingdom; my Princess and Prince We fought all battle and War won every with Our gracious Margaret and lousy dirty ended their brought!! She is my wife of Norway and English Mother clean I adore: Angel pure and is Son; by all Camelot in Berlin no ilk’s burning red stain will ever enter our Blood! Hate is common and so is coward take away England will a German every follow! The past is enemy and enters a purred; hath any women or man not of Holy fought with Sword!!?

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