We are mauled by cats

humor, Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

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  • Dazzled by the shine of your teeth I fell of the kerb under an inarticulate lorry.
  • Call I’m dead,I’m dead.That should get attention if only from Satan,
  • Call it a  fray? It’s a riot
  • Call off the frogs.I give in
  • Put him  on the car,pet,
  • We are mauled with cuts
    He saw to the  diffusion of his unravelling oughts before passing.
  • Can the wit and store it
  • Can, forlorn ,looking for tin  opener with view to engagement
  • I cannot learn another alphabet this week
  • I can’t  get to first embrace with him
  • One can’t beat much with a wick,
  • I can’t train him for lying,He is  old fashioned
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Published by Katherine

Poetry writer and author

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