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Mar 2014
i love the Bengal tiger a lovely chap is he
in the Indian forest living wild and free
with his yellow coat and his stripes of black
hunting for his food along the forest track
hiding in the grass hiding out of sight
ready for his prey when the time his right
then begins his chase now the race is on
hangs to his prey till its life as gone
then when he his full he walks away and then
back in to the forest to stalk his prey again
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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