
cat calls, cat bawls, cat finds wasy s into drawers that have no place in space or time, and i notice i shoud be sleeping cause it is getting late, but instead i'm here thinking thoughts of book notes, love lines, and oh the commercials they come on and they've the kitty sounds all wrong.. it was more of a ahhhhhh back to the praguian heater (i'm seeing a theme song here) and a rewreow hisss... whatever happened to those cold days. i need cold days.
ice cubes anyone,
i'll trade for some day old gum and macaroni,
but only if the moon comes out,
she's gone off in
hide ing.
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cannot wait for icecube raindrops made possible the icicle windowpanes soft crunch crunch the moon can barely hear...
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