a/n: today is tuesday...which means it's--bad poetry night!!!
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Regarding "Paw" the cat
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a ball in white fur
far back the room
raises its globular,
bloated dome.
spindily weak legs
bones jut paper skin,
yellow orange drool,
hauches too thin
rotting teeth, green slime,
yowling wail of doom
stench of foul pus
not long for the tome.
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