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You are a black  fluffy kitten. You were my very familiar. Magical moments spent together. Hubble bubble, got no beef, I carry no trouble. Never here to chuck you grief. I know I will see you again, When the sun burns out, I'll see you once more, Can hear when you shout, when trouble piles up around your ears, I'm really cool at wiping tears. You know that anyway. Once again, I'll see on the dark side of the moon. Where I can feed you poetry from a silver teaspoon, Shared,when at least we'll realise that ones' another cared. Where we can share, drink coffee from life's loving cup, Well you can have whiskey in yours, You think that's nicer than me, Ha ha, Lay down, Relax, Retract your pretence of showing your claws. You are not a fluffy kitten and I am not a witch. I'm Just a poet and a flying super ***** Haven't got a besom, As nobody wants one. They're rather out of date. Wholly over-rated. But my bosoms aren't too bad, I smile and wink, That made you think, I said you were my inspiration. And you, You are, You're just another crazy poet, At least you're still my mate. (c) Livvi
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
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You are a black  fluffy kitten. You were my very familiar. Magical moments spent together. Hubble bubble, got no beef, I carry no trouble. Never here to chuck you grief. I know I will see you again, When the sun burns out, I'll see you once more, Can hear when you shout, when trouble piles up around your ears, I'm really cool at wiping tears. You know that anyway. Once again, I'll see on the dark side of the moon. Where I can feed you poetry from a silver teaspoon, Shared,when at least we'll realise that ones' another cared. Where we can share, drink coffee from life's loving cup, Well you can have whiskey in yours, You think that's nicer than me, Ha ha, Lay down, Relax, Retract your pretence of showing your claws. You are not a fluffy kitten and I am not a witch. I'm Just a poet and a flying super ***** Haven't got a besom, As nobody wants one. They're rather out of date. Wholly over-rated. But my bosoms aren't too bad, I smile and wink, That made you think, I said you were my inspiration. And you, You are, You're just another crazy poet, At least you're still my mate. (c) Livvi
After our chat last night. Dedicated to Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
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