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Introduction
I
wrote this poem sometime in college - maybe around 1996 - although the
poem was jotted on a slip of paper that had obviously been in my bookbag
for a year or two before I "edited" to its current state. In a sense,
this is a "found" poem. :-)
This
Is Why Cats Have At Least Two Lives
When
Earth first purred
and started to rotate,
an enigmatic lad with no name
wrote this poem on feline fate:
My
father's father ate
your mother's mother's soul
with a half-glass of milk
and an unbuttered roll.
He
carefully cut away
all unwanted fat,
and satisfied with his slice of spirit,
he fed the rest to his cat.
Copyright; Christopher
Stolle
Email:
Stolle76@hotmail.com
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