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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Raz

I sometimes wish I were a cat
Just lying in the sun all fluffy and black
Enjoying the heat, not a thing on my mind
Except maybe that bird close by
The way it cleans itself with its beak
Makes me want it for a treat
I start to get up, I want to eat
The bird takes flight
There goes my treat

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