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The Cat on My Neighbor’s Balcony

It’s white, it’s black, it eats a lot It purrs on the sight of another cat Sits anywhere like a king on top An active cat but still gets fat A pet so keen that ofttimes judges Watches every move you don’t do best Strive, darling, strive, lest Being chased by world’s greatest pest Oh no, cats are not pests No, cats aren’t the pests.
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jasminl_
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jasminl_
Published
May 19, 2020
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Notes

I'm sorry for using cats as the metaphor here. I like them too.

About the fat thing, it's okay as long as you're not judgmental or a pest.

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#judgmentalpeople#anolifepeople
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