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The Dream

I walk into a room that’s black,
And see you, your retreating back,
Holding in your hands a cat,
Luxuriating, warm and fat.

My footsteps make you turn and see
That I am you and you are me!
In my hands lie four dead mice
And I must pay the price
Looks like the cat has got the cream.
I wake up.  It was a dream

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  • Azuresven
    October 29
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    Very well done I enjoyed it!