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Showing posts with label tiger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tiger. Show all posts
Sunday, April 8, 2012
A rustle in the long grass.
There was a rustle in the long grass
When the tiger came to eat me
He was slow and I was fast
With two good legs to take me
And there always is that sober thought
The tiger is just playing
He never seems to ask himself
Why do I even play at all?
For one of these days, the way things are going
One of us will surely catch up with the other.
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