It’s twelve am
And I know
I need to be asleep
But as the rest of me
Starts to unwind
My brain starts to come alive
That is the life
Of the poetic mind.
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Rainy Day Cuddles
It's raining It's dreary Days like this They are berries. So cuddle up In my bed With my sweet little cat instead Watching th...
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Playful cat with her toy joyful as can be. No care in this world except for herself and me.
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