The cat springs from the
The cat springs from the
windowsill, bolts for the door,
telling me you're home.
windowsill, bolts for the door,
telling me you're home.
posted by Pete Green at
17:18
26 November 2007
About Me
- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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- A silent suburb
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