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You see them perched in windows Of so many types of stores But really, they don’t blend at all In anyone’s decors. They range in size from tiny To those taking lots of space, All with the same expression – blank! Imprinted on each face. One waving paw moves up and down Ad nauseam, to me, I guess to greet the passersby In perpetuity. It blows my mind how such a fad Gains traction and persists. My hat goes off to every shop With keeper who resists.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Waving Cat
You see them perched in windows Of so many types of stores But really, they don’t blend at all In anyone’s decors. They range in size from tiny To those taking lots of space, All with the same expression – blank! Imprinted on each face. One waving paw moves up and down Ad nauseam, to me, I guess to greet the passersby In perpetuity. It blows my mind how such a fad Gains traction and persists. My hat goes off to every shop With keeper who resists.
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Manhattan
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
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