- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Tiger's Mother
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When little she crept to crypt
Mum so special to all and tiny
Tigress peeping between fronds
Fern and frog cheep
Inspecting maps for looking
Not of interest
No worry
Be away with you eyes of Great Charge
Armies are whole in the drunkenness
Of blood spilt from uniform and self
Worth to future youth, brown shirts
Yellow ties to axels turned bovine
Too many colors for any flag
She never knows the end
In her days what will be the
Life of Tiger
Just another lost sentiment
Blowing, forgotten every revolution
Or two
