I stopped at my friend’s place.
Tin tiger was playing marbles. He had a nice purple bag full (care of the Seagram’s whisky; so deep purple you just had to notice).
Clearies were his specialty. He had a few steelies too.
Boy did I want to have some of those beauties.
But it was not to be.
Apple Cider Rules
He made up his own.
If you wanted to play, you played his way.
Haven’t seen him since.
Whatever happened to old tin tiger, I wonder????
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