Too simple to mess up.
A narrative:

Thigh aching, body quaking, heart shaking breezes.
Tears can rack your eyes, trembling bones, cold stones
against blue toes.
Summer depression, sunshine heartache, shiny hot hellfire and:
-mourn-...
"mew" The kitten whispers.
Shaking laughter; Who could be sad?
Why did the kitten speak to the dawn?
Again:
Who could be sad at the thought of it, when you're crying out to the world
for a sign of major sorts
and a kitten, meek and small
mewls at the dawn
as you cry?
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To Larry. You're my sign...
-this has been in the works for a while and I've finally decided to post it as it is. Love ya, friend!