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What of hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry you went to **** Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that you hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Tiger Tiger
What of hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry you went to **** Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that you hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
By Rudyard Kipling
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
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