This poem strikes me as rather pretentious, pedantic, and predictable … and no I wasn’t searching for ‘p’ words there! But what the heck, I wrote it late one night, it meant something to me then, and I include for the sake of authenticity.
To fro to fro.
The tiger goes up and down
left and right
But what is made of glass the tiger or the cage?
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