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The Tiger
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

The Tiger

The tiger, garbed lavishly
In sunset oranges and murky blacks
Is the nomad of the cacophonous forest
And with a burning fire in his golden eyes
Seeks out his next meal
Under the cloak of night.

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Comments (7)

Laughing till my sides hurt, but still trying to figure out which key is mine!
jake, those guys get switched to the unending music loop which plays 'Who's sorry now? ' but misses the last line every time...they seldom call again...
Thanks for the chuckle, fun one! -chuck
Yeah, this pretty much sums it up. what about the people who don't get the recognition they feel they deserve? should they pull all their poems then call back a week later? Jake
Michael, this is like a good gorgonzolla - sharp with bite. It's also extremely silly and clever to boot. Love the Forum line - touche... love Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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