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Through the kitchen door
I saw
A tiger
On a stool
Looking stupid, I thought.
So I crept away
In search of a jungle
And breakfast.
Sydney, 1974
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I attempted to write poems in 1973/4. I later binned them all except this one. By accident it's an accurate picture of my predatorial attitude towards women at the time. Not a pretty picture.
