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Feel my presence upon the air,
grey-and-white tufts of silken hair.
Gifts I leave, on the rug,
lovingly puked from my razor-sharp mug.
Gaze into my sparkling eyes.
Wonder if I’m plotting your demise.
Do I love you? Yes, for sure.
But alas, my dear, I love me more.
About the Creator
Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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