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I love the way my cat looks On spring-ish autumn days Ignoring everything and Hiding under the shade Black bugs crawling through white fur Dandelion pillows on green earth Then I remember being young Sticks became swords under the sun I could fly if I closed my eyes And truly believed But that was some time ago A different cat in my home I was so much younger And so was my house And so were the trees
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Summers End
I love the way my cat looks On spring-ish autumn days Ignoring everything and Hiding under the shade Black bugs crawling through white fur Dandelion pillows on green earth Then I remember being young Sticks became swords under the sun I could fly if I closed my eyes And truly believed But that was some time ago A different cat in my home I was so much younger And so was my house And so were the trees
clinton-rothfuss
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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