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love has a heavy price,
time demands its toll,
ephemeral the bonds
wanton mortality stole
he's in bed, very poorly,
I feel he might be dying,
lucozade's not working,
I hear only weak crying
yet he's had a good life,
for after all, he had me,
swains I rued when he
went down on his knee
long years I devoted
to what is my inferior,
he never had...
Wednesday 21st April 2021 10:58 am
Two Cats
Oscar is the light of her life
in bed she nips off his ticks
drowns them in water, she's
dispensed with other pricks
but Oscar meets his nemesis
she's spurned him for Teddie
he's well-bred and better-hung
soon they were going steady
locked out of her bedroom
Oscar hear animal sounds
tackle cut off long ago, now
his mistress out of bounds
hissing a...
Thursday 17th December 2020 11:20 am
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