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Oct 2012
count the tiles that line my moldy ceiling
ready to fall and crush my tiny soul
my body turned into a pile of cat food
ready to eat and serve in whiskers bowl
when whisker eats the heaping bowl of cat food
the sickness overwhelms its body quick
whisker has a weakened immune system
my body food has made its body sick
Josie Patterson
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Josie Patterson  Canada
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