| A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red Sits at my elbow and waits to be fed I hand him fat slices and then, one by one, He hands them back when he thinks they are done |
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| A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red Sits at my elbow and waits to be fed I hand him fat slices and then, one by one, He hands them back when he thinks they are done |
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