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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-15 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | Inscrit à la bibliotèque par x I came home and found a lion in my room... [First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175] A lion met America in the road they stared at each other two figures on the crossroads in the desert. America screamed The lion roared They leaped at each other America desperate to win Fighting with bombs, flamethrowers, knives forks submarines. The lion ate America, bit off her head and loped off to the golden hills that's all there is to say about america except that now she's lionshit all over the desert.
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