The Tygers Poem by O. C. Woods
The Tygers
'Tygers! Tygers! 'Two of them in my forest
the number I love dear bright first and second best
I walk through the trees at night
the Tygers are my saviors saving any fright
When Love has become so pure
strongest feeling I know, my Tygers I assure
you'll see in a few decades that life's not obscure
enjoy the best and worst clouds of your skies mes trésors!
O.C.W
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09-21-2012
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5/3/2024 11:57:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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