Tin Tiger’s Apple Cider

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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.

You see,

Apple Cider Rules

He made up his own.

If you wanted to play, you played his way.

Too bad.

Haven’t seen him since.

Whatever happened to old tin tiger, I wonder????

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