At an old zoo built long before I was born was a tiger who'd been given a life sentence without the possibility of parole. Humans tended to make it unhappy.
Little wonder, the rude creatures gawking.
I would visit, come close to the bars so it could lick my face.
Perhaps it was the salt of my tears.
Little wonder, the rude creatures gawking.
I would visit, come close to the bars so it could lick my face.
Perhaps it was the salt of my tears.
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