Feb 2011
Front door mewling,
Bloodied fur,
Beat to hell
But yet you purr.
Scraped and torn
You look a-fright!
"Need a drink!
****! What a night!"
Bloodied fur,
Beat to hell
But yet you purr.
Scraped and torn
You look a-fright!
"Need a drink!
****! What a night!"
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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