When I see your smiling face,
Your shining eyes and feline grace
I almost feel something at all
But then I don’t. So there.
When I see your smiling face,
Your shining eyes and feline grace
I almost feel something at all
But then I don’t. So there.
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A bit unfair. I mean, what about Vogons? “Oh Freddled Gruntbuggly” and so on? If your poetry doesn’t actually kill people it can’t be too bad. And I’m not just saying that because I have pointed ears and a “Love Me Do” haircut. Sweet piece by the way.
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I’ll give you that; Vogons make sh*ttier poets. 🙂
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