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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: A dying tiger moaned for drink. A dying tiger moaned
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  Speaker 1: for drink. I hunted all the sand.
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  Speaker 2: I caught the dripping of a rock and bore it
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  Speaker 2: in my hand.
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  Speaker 1: His mighty balls in death were thick. But searching, I
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  Speaker 1: could see a vision on the retina of water and
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  Speaker 1: of me. T'was not my blame who sped too slow.
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  Speaker 1: T'was not his blame who died while I was reaching him.
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  Speaker 1: But t'was the fact that he was dead.