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Ah-Choo

How is this possible? Can this be true? That me i weigh so much more than you. Yet i sit atop your fluffy mound, And still you come no where to touching the ground. So i thank you now for this soft warm bed, For because of my small size, below i'd surely be dead. (This is a picture inspired poem. It's of a dandelion that's gone from yellow to the fuzzy white. And atop is napping the tiniest of all kitten's in the world. Clearly this photo has been digitally enhanced, but the image was so adorable, i felt compelled to say what i thought the kitty was feeling.. SAFE!)

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