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At every moment of the day
there is a chance for you
to go somewhere utopian.

Just take a minute
and close your eyes;
imagine that special place.

Find the spot
where you feel at peace;
drown in imagined sounds.

Take a moment to
not think of anything,
find the silence in your mind.

The worries are for later,
now, all you need is rest.
Go to your imaginary haven
and find your peace.

His humour is sarcastic,
his belly is never full.
His life is filled with jokes,
his days are never dull.

He hates all the spiders
that are living in his house.
He doesn’t mind his friend,
a squeaky little mouse.

He always makes fun of the dog,
who doesn’t seem to have a brain,
and he despises “the world’s cutest kitten”
because he thinks it’s a real pain.

His owner is at his wit’s end,
he doesn’t know how to get
this big, fat, orange creature to
finally act like a real cat.
-
Because what cat eats lasagna
at every chance he has?
What cat has a teddy bear,
instead of on his arm a lass?