DistractionA Poem by Alice BoswellIt seems to me that every day, there are new cats to look at. Some are white, some brown some grey, it seems to me, that every day, They appear. Get in the way. Of any thing productive. It seems to me, that everyday, there are new cats to look at.
© 2013 Alice BoswellAuthor's Note
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