I Love Her To Pieces, Pieces
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Snuggles a cat,
that I love to pieces, pieces;
she is adorable and sort of fat,
our love only increases.
And it never decreases no matter the years,
oh, I adore the tufts on the end of her ears;
sometimes, suddenly she appears-
she likes to chat.
She is light grey,
with long fur that likes to tangle;
she sleeps a lot, meows, eats and likes to play,
watching TV- a toy I dangle.
She lays real close beside me on the bed at night,
and I often listen to her snores of delight;
in the morn' her purr is so polite-
squeaky mice her prey.
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September 27, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/I Love Her To Pieces, Pieces
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1219-711-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, My Companion and
Close Friend That Never Complains (new/old)
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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