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May 2022
There is a ball of fur
upon my lap
that likes to purr
every single day

There is an old 4 wheeler
the color of a rusty gray
he goes down my road
every single day

The 4 wheeler went by
early this morning
now my lap is empty
every single day
Written by
IRV
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