Little Orange Cat

Once I met a little orange cat With whiskers long and fur so flat He sat in the rain at my window pane A little orange cat. Once I touched a little orange cat His paws were white, his tail was matt. His eyes they cried like winter skies A little orange cat Once I

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She didn’t think of it often. It wasn’t right somehow. To intrude on a past that existed perfectly well without her. An expired country and she, a faded intruder watched wide eyed from the long grasses by the bank. How beautiful they were. With their crisp white skirts and neatly laced shoes. Their long ponytails

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