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Poem by Chris Brown, Wellington, New Zealand

In the newsletter I received today there was an article on tigers. I thought you might like a poem I wrote in September,1995. I admit the rhyming isn't the best, but my intentention was to get the idea across that the so-called bone-cures are all "hocus pocus" - the equivallent of witchcraft. Please, if you like it, use it.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night..."

Thus it once was when Blake wrote
His well-known lines of rhyming note; [famous?]
But now we hear in sadder tones
That the tiger for its bones
Is killed because some people think
A tonic be found for them to drink
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