Kittens
There is so many kittens.
How do I chose from the pickens.
Which one will fit in my mitten.
They all look mighty smitten.
Even though their from different litters.
They say some of the kittens are from Britain.
Meowing and purring is all you hear.
All of them wanting a home.
Their all sittin in a row.
Getting ready to go.
I’ll take that little one.
He will be named Leviton.
So let it be written.
That he is my kitten.
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