Sunday, May 16, 2004

I'm still fighting
But I fear
My time to leave
Might be near
The female cleaned
My water bowl
In hopes to find
That I won't go
She looks to see
If I'm alive
Everytime that
She walks by
I keep her guessing
When she's here
But my fate
Is not to clear

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