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Poor Precious

Poetry By: RJohnson


Submitted:Nov 2, 2010    Reads: 42    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Precious was a friendly kitten who didn't get to grow into a cat.

He was only two months old when he died and I really hate that.

It was very sad when that kitten died.

When people lose kittens, it tears us up inside.

He sat in my lap and purred because he was happy.

When a kitten dies so young, it is always crappy.

Precious was the same color as Garfield.

It will take a while for this wound to heal.


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