Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Food for Thought.
Empty cat dish, where I'd watch them gobble up their food.
But the cats meow is a song to me and the loss of hope is calling.
Writing cursive is a pain..
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