Sometimes I'd like to be a tank. Track and have breath that smells of diesel fuel, a thick armor and a Santabarbara worthy of a destroyer. But then I realize that I was a Panther or Leopard, I'd look through the peephole to see if there are flowers and pinch it. And then I think: "I might as well remain so," I tune in and watch on Nat Geo & just how do you be a little more crocodile.
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