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She may not act human

I treated this strange creature with great care I knew she was not human, so unfair She looked like my old cat before it died Someone give her food, make sure it’s fried She could not mew nor bark nor did she speak I did not tell her that she was a freak She liked to use her hair as a defence Peering out as if in recompense But if I’d cut it off, she would have screamed As she watched the music fly in streams She saw her visions and she talked to Lights Noone human is vouchsafed such sights But still I liked to gorge on her cheese flan She might not act quite human but who can? Share this:

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