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Jun 2017
There are yellow eyes
Flickering,
A heaving chest,
A stretching touch,
At rest; he eggs the sun.

A sheet of blue is pulled across,
A fading sky of restless stars,
He richly purrs to wake the birds
And gently puts the moon to bed.
Cats that start the day
pussy plugger 3000
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pussy plugger 3000  20/F/Ireland
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