Thursday, August 20, 2015


A nasty itch began
Eyes twitched and teared
Runny was the nose
It was just what I feared
I knelt down in despair
A silent cry I gave
There it goes again
The ills I have to bear
Trigger what was it by
I began to ponder
And, then I faintly heard
A very distinct purr.

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