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Tyger Tyger, stuffed alright, Stuck in a glass cube all day and night; What childish eye, Would see the animal with such fright? In what far away jungles. Did it make its prey crumble? On which lands did he aspire? In which paw did seized prey respire? And what far-off lands did his beady eyesContinue reading “Tyger Tyger, stuffed alright”