A Poetess and her Cat
-dedicated to Audrey_
A poetess and her cat
sat--
whiling away a little time
together.
Dreaming of romance,
she was--
and her little kitten of her tail,
which she chased unaware
it was hers.
A poetess and her cat
sat
cozy on the couch.
Enjoying.
March 1, 1996
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Martha Agnes
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Wow! You done it naturally!!!