Gold Lion
Minnesota
Gold Lion awoke from his slumber in the spring. The lush, callow grass was faintly glistening from the fresh morning dew. His wide eyes blinked torpidly at the world around him. In his low rumbling whisper he sang ever tenderly, "I'll show you where the light is". All God's creatures joined in harmony to the aria of the earth, and everything was well.
Long live power folk.
Long live power folk.
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