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Nov 2018
Cat
He's nothing much but fur

And two round eyes of blue,

He has a giant purr

And a ****** mew.

He darts and pats the air,

He starts and ***** his ear,

When there is nothing there

For him to see and hear.

He runs around in rings,

But why we cannot tell;

With sideways leaps he springs

At things invisible -

Then half-way through a leap

His startled eyeballs close,

And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose
Saber wilson
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Saber wilson  18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana
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