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The Lone Wolf The lone wolf,Longs for his pack,He has nothing more,than the skin on his back,Tips of his fur grow white in the icy cold,He needs to fond shelter,If he can be so bold.The lone wolf,Darts through the shadowy trail,He is one a mission,That he must not fail.The lone wolf, Begins to run,In the back of his mind,He knows what must be done.The lone wolf is finally home,He comes back,Right where he should be – Alone with his pack By Luke Jones