Best Potbelly Poems

Outside, Lucifur the cat curls up under the heat lamp and sleeps 

until you can feel hot bones through fur and skin. She's a heat-

seeking missle, as much as Jennifer is forever flashing too hot. 

But on coldest nights wood is split, fire is lit...

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If you have some points to prove,
You will have to your lips move,
You wish to another save,
Have to be The Brave,
You want your things grand,
Aim at Excellent Brand,
You don’t need your business to weep, 
Not a swell time release to sleep,
You like the sound of...

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