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THE LION'S DEN

THE LION'S DEN

THE LIONS  DEN

I hear what you're saying
But I see what you really mean.
The truth is rattling behind your smile.
Do you think I am so green and gullible
I will fall for your guile?
The poison is dripping from your fangs
And hangs, ready to infect.
I suspect you see me as a victim
Primed for your bite.   Well...let me shed a little light.
I've met your kind before my 'friend',
Wiped the floor with one or two.
Your naïvety is without end, your tarnished
Sincerity too... amuses me.
You think your spiel is without flaws?
Let me tell you a story
Whilst I sharpen up my claws.

Copyright: 2013  Susan E Birch

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BLOSSOM

A very amusing little write Susan, nice structure to your work, the end made me smile, you have a new fan.  Keep em coming!  Vote from me:)

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good, My vote too, nominated

The poison is dripping from your fangs
And hangs, ready to infect.

Regards & Love

Williamsji Maveli

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Susan Birch

Thank you Rachel...I can't even remember now who or what prompted me to write this one, but someone must have rattled my cage lol.   Thanks for your kind comments :D

Sue Birch

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Susan Birch

Thank you again Williamsji.

Regards to you :)

Sue Birch

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