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Life the hound Equivocal Comes at a bound Either to rend me Or to befriend me. I cannot tell The hound's intent Till he has sprung At my bare hand With teeth or tongue. Meanwhile I stand And wait the event. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.246.75