I'm going to start talking dirty, if it takes that to show: people and animals are not alike, I am taking Little Bit to the Dr. Monday morning, she will be fixed in reproductive failure forevermore; I say, "Oh well", she is devastated—she had her eye on the black cat next door; I put my foot down! And that means tough toenails! She will not meow a syllable to me, but I tell her she will thank me in the end.
BRIGHTMOOR JOURNAL
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
A POEM edited
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ORIGINAL VERSION
Wake up each day without your love to look forward to,
Picturing your bright smile as I sit here in solitude,
Looking back to a time where I made you whole,
Our hearts fit perfectly as one keeping our lives in control,
We have grown up since then so it will be not be the same,
Realizing our freedom has vanished which is such a shame,
Remembering days of endless time we spent together,
Wake up each day without your love to look forward to,
Picturing your bright smile as I sit here in solitude,
Looking back to a time where I made you whole,
Our hearts fit perfectly as one keeping our lives in control,
We have grown up since then so it will be not be the same,
Realizing our freedom has vanished which is such a shame,
Remembering days of endless time we spent together,
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