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Jul 2017
singing love songs
to one he will not meet
living pipe dreams
he can not complete

how can I make him
understand the gland
required was removed
whilst he snored

tux the cat,
singing love songs
to a lonely moon
like a flippin loon
There is out in the garden a little girl cat,
swinging her hips, thinking she is all that
Little does she know the tuxedo bro, she wants
is all growl and song...no show, but they sing
and sigh and carry on... young love in the suburbs
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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