Baby blue eyes, sitting on my lap, how do you stay, when I move my legs? I'll set you on the floor, because my limbs fall asleep, but you still come back. Is it love? Do you just, want my chair? Mama cat, Oh, Mama cat, I don't understand. I'll always appreciate, your little claws. Especially... Continue Reading →

This poem is all about perspective. Perspective. Perspective. Perspective.

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