I found myself queuing in a bread line,
You were standing behind me,
We were given the same cuisine,
They’d always want us to gorge,
He found hairball in its intestine,
She feels very much the same,
It is a dead cat.
Miao…
Miao...
Miao...
17 may 2009
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