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A Dying Tiger moaned for Drink

A Dying Tiger moaned for Drink
I hunted all the Sand
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand

His Mighty Balls in death were thick
But searching I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water and of me

‘Twas not my blame who sped too slow
‘Twas not his blame who died
While I was reaching him
But ’twas the fact that He was dead


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Poem A Dying Tiger moaned for Drink - Emily Dickinson
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