Touched
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The sunlight pierces the dark clouds
It's warmth touches my face
As it dries the raindrops 'pon trees
The Dove coos from its place
All seems well until the Dove flies
Then clouds cover the sun
The cat and Princess both want me
A peaceful place now done
Cindy wins the warm lap and curls
She wants to sleep and sleeps
Princess pitter patters tippy
Toe, in sadness she weeps
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