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Feb 8
I need care
From the cold
Night air,
They are
In there
Freezing
Out here
It’s not fair
Their not playing
By the rules
This to me
is ******
Cruel.
Mummy’s Lovely
We had a spat
I got angry and
Pooed on the mat
What could I do
Being me the cat.
I don’t hold grudges
Don’t you see
Staying in the cold
Night air ain’t
For me,
I got mrs owl
She lives in a boat
I can’t get in to get
My hat and coat
Door opens up mums
Got some food
Feeling better
Changed my mood
I’ll lie down have a Kip
When there out I’ll
Have another ****.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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