A Tired New Friend
We all need a little help now and again
By Shannon BurgerPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
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The feline kept up for most of the way.
But soon the night came, and gone was the day.
She put the cat on her head.
Coz it was time for his bed.
And she'll walk six more miles with the stray.
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