We are all unique in our own way.We

all have our own story to be heard.

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Papa Lion:

He came into this world, as one so great.

He calls himself Papalion as his colors

change like a chameleon.

He tries to be a lion, when in fact he is

a pussycat.

He is kind and sweet and erotic.

But to me, he is my friend Papa Lion.

He is a man of means, and a heart of

gold.

He is a pussycat and a lover.

He is strong when he needs to be. He is

silent when troubles come his way.

But watch out for him, when he turns

away from you. For then he is papalion.

And your friend he will be no more.

So treat him well and you can tell,

He is a king of all his kind.

Papa Lion, you are so special to me.

You are my friend indeed.

This is for you and for all to see.

Just what a person you are to me.

I salute you, Papalion.

Written By:

Donna Le

This is dedicated to my friend,

Lionel in Canada

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