Leanne <3
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since 2007-08-25
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N.S.W, Australia
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2009-08-05
02:11 AM
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Theres no real point to this poem i just wrote it for fun, hope you enjoy it 

I had a little kitten It grew into a cat He was so cute and small, Until he grew into a brat
He loves to play With wool and string And toes and ears That soon will sting
I brought him a toy A little mouse with a ball He tries to trip me with it As I am walking down the hall
So then I thought Of cutting out a box Making him a playhouse, But he just fills it with my socks
At dinner time He always creeps around He lurks and prowls For any scraps to be found
And finally when I go to bed To rest my ears and toes I’ll be woken from my slumber With whiskers up my nose
I rather liked my kitten He was small and cute and quite But maybe I didn’t raise him right ‘Cause he’s not all that polite.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har[This message has been edited by Leanne <3 (08-05-2009 02:53 AM).]
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*Alli4000*
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since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188
The World of Poetry
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2009-08-09
10:27 AM
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That was a really cute poem; your cat is adorable! My cat had a similar personality to yours -- probably because I spoiled her rotten. 
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