Thursday, February 19, 2015

Poetry Post

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I constantly toss and turn,
running fast like drifting in every turn.
I always tumble and fall
yet I pick myself up like nothing happened at all.
My mum always says, "baby stop eating the paper bag"
but all I do is ignore and rip that old paper bag.
Life is like a racing track,
always forward and no looking back.
I scratch, I nip and I flip,
keeping my mommy lack of sleep.
But no matter how stubborn and moody I am
I know that I still feel loved by my mum.
I may throw up a huge furball
but what can you say, it's a cat's life after all.

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