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May 2020
About to enjoy a slice of cake
home made, it had mom's touch.

I, having a long day
it meant something else.

Our cat, I never played with
and got no tender nerve for
walking slow, sniffing hard
as if to **** all the air around
came, and looked up at me.

Weird how that made me feel
i put down a bite, she devoured it
looked up, now her eyes lit
not a meow did I get
asked no more, off she went.

In all bewilderment,
my being kind to her
she just couldn't learn.
Written by
bethwords  22/F/AddisAbaba, ET
(22/F/AddisAbaba, ET)   
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