Dreams July 4th, 2018



Were I any other man, my request would not be denied. Yet as I stand here amongst my peers, I am sneered at and taunted. In plain speak, I made no request, as the act would be futile. But while I stand here I realize something is afoot. The pack leader of those that hound me day and night seems relinquished to anger and appears to have swallowed his pride.
With his foul tongue, he grants a deep seeded desire of mine.
Were that I would hope for a great boon in my future.

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