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I don’t like speaking anymore Words fall deaf on ears, the inaudible bark As she lays on me I feel the weight of her problems! I can’t pretend These Puppies don’t make my lap sore Or like high notes from a harp to subdue a beast, so solemn and heavy As Fluffy over a trapdoor
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 3:54 PM UTC
Fluffy’s Harp
I don’t like speaking anymore Words fall deaf on ears, the inaudible bark As she lays on me I feel the weight of her problems! I can’t pretend These Puppies don’t make my lap sore Or like high notes from a harp to subdue a beast, so solemn and heavy As Fluffy over a trapdoor
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 3:54 PM UTC
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