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THE SLEEPING LIONS
You walked me by the seashore
amongst the resting lions,
though many
they saw me not.
Fear was absent,
silence vast,
I was in awe.
The thunderbolt,
the second one that stroked;
I was not dead.
The door that opened,
the lions know not.
BOZICA GRSKOVIC, Spring 1995
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