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By Bryon D. Howell Submitted by Bryon_Howell Date: 2007 Mar 13 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.13.09.55.6848]] |
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Don’t want to play some corny, doggy trick. Don’t come to me to merely get a bone. If you are here for me to throw a stick - I’m out-of-stock, so please, leave me alone. There was a time we were the cat’s meow - our catnip hearts sure had the best of us. The only thing inside our kitty now are memories too painful to discuss. I’d like to know how you became a mouse. You come around when you can smell the cheese. You spend your time just robbing from my house and taking what you want when no one sees. Now, I must neuter you without regret. I need a lover, not a hungry pet. |