Oh, ageing lioness! moth-eaten and tooth-sore, you’re restrained in a cage. You have lost your fierce roar and the fire in your eyes has burnt down to embers. The lush savanna grass turned to dust in your claws. The monkey from your back picks gristle from your jaws, and sings a lullaby each night between […]
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