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Every day my cat paws at the back door, yowling to be let out Every day like clockwork he does this And every day we let him out I always find him crouching where the porch meets the grass Staring out into the distance He'll do this for hours Sit at the porch's edge until his wanderlust is quelled I think he wants to run I think he wants to leave this place that is all too familiar, All too comfortable for his wandering heart I know how he feels Yearning to run But not wanting to ***** his paws
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Wanderlust
Every day my cat paws at the back door, yowling to be let out Every day like clockwork he does this And every day we let him out I always find him crouching where the porch meets the grass Staring out into the distance He'll do this for hours Sit at the porch's edge until his wanderlust is quelled I think he wants to run I think he wants to leave this place that is all too familiar, All too comfortable for his wandering heart I know how he feels Yearning to run But not wanting to ***** his paws
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
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