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a little journey
Yours was a little journey
Barely from A to B
You never ventured very far
You chose to stay with me
A paw laid gently on my hand
Told more than any tale
A purring presence on my bed
Your charm could never fail
You always were a slinky girl
So sooty black and chic
My gemma, little witchy cat
You always were unique
The garden is your bed now, ...
Friday 14th January 2011 7:22 pm
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