TIGER
STARING AT THE TIGER HE LICKS HIS LIPS HE BREATHS HEAVILY WHITE WHISKERS PINK NOSE STANDING ON A FALLEN DOWN TREE HE YARNS SHARP TEETH SHARP VANGS WHITE CHEST BLACK STRIPES DARING LOOK FEARLESS STARING AT THE TIGER REMINDS ME OF ME WHEN I STARE IN THE MIRROR!

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This is the lick!!! Much respect
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