Our Neighborhood Cat,

he only comes out at night.

By Tennessee GarbagePublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

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My heavy footsteps

lazily carry me home-

My eyes start to swell.

My song ends and I see him.

Ace wagging his tail.

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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