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Jun 2015
You think the first person to see a tiger,
Stopped and thought about how beautiful it was.
I bet they ran.

The next time I hold her I might have a heart attack.
If I live.
Or as I convulse dying.
I'll know how beautiful she is.
Frank Key
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Frank Key  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
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   Kelley A Vinal
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