Feb 2015
jennyanydots the cat
but four teats she had
and five inside her womb
those young and withering abloom
in that summer's dusk
she heard their cry
and learned what it meant
to live and to let die
but four teats she had
and five inside her womb
those young and withering abloom
in that summer's dusk
she heard their cry
and learned what it meant
to live and to let die
(Florence, MA)
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