there's a house at a bend on the street.a cat cums around da bend and stands beneath a window.a ltl whyt and black spotted 1 follows,a ltl bhind.it sits in front of da grillwork gate,watches it's mother go in thru a window.it stretches itself over da board covering da lower portion of da gate,tries to go in2 da house thru it.u smile,sumhow u knw dis'd happen.it's a butiful day,a heavy smell in d air,pungent and sweet,the puja smell,sum flower.a slight raspiness in d air.a dry leaf floats around the corner of da corner of da road,dancing playfully
in front of da ltl cat.coaxed gently by da breeze another 1 floats around da bend..alighting on da mdl of da road.the ltl cat observes intently..cocks it's head 4ward a ltl...u c its hindlegs shuffling...u get dat feeling agin...u turn away...u hear the screeching of a cars tyres down da road....a cat will always be a cat.
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there's a house at a bend on the street.a cat cums around da bend and stands beneath a window.a ltl whyt and black spotted 1 follows,a ltl bhind.it sits in front of da grillwork gate,watches it's mother go in thru a window.it stretches itself over da board covering da lower portion of da gate,tries to go in2 da house thru it.u smile,sumhow u knw dis'd happen.it's a butiful day,a heavy smell in d air,pungent and sweet,the puja smell,sum flower.a slight raspiness in d air.a dry leaf floats around the corner of da corner of da road,dancing playfully
in front of da ltl cat.coaxed gently by da breeze another 1 floats around da bend..alighting on da mdl of da road.the ltl cat observes intently..cocks it's head 4ward a ltl...u c its hindlegs shuffling...u get dat feeling agin...u turn away...u hear the screeching of a cars tyres down da road....a cat will always be a cat.
U knw,u try,and u think people will accept u for who u r.but they really will not,especially if ur so obscure and demented.normal is currency.
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