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my cats

when the sun goes down 
and cats are wake in house
crack smash  tv on the floor
looking huntin for more
looking for escape out the door

one cat tagged and free
wishing and hoping that only garden she wants to see 
at the front roads and cars driving fast
stay at the back your life will last 

while the rest play and run round the house
when not even fly or mouse will dare to come in 
for my 6 will always win

my snow bengals always talking cherping away
has they start to play and get into trouble
Ronnie and reggie double trouble
climbing high fast as lighting round the room
watch them go zoom zoom

still I look on my tracker hoping she don't go at front 
free as bird for while feefee plays looks round
sneeky like snake not even a sound
from the back of house hunting for a mouse 
while storm chases fee fee in the house
she free in back of garden  

storm pround and wild 
like tiger in house roams round
making noise or attacking feefee cause she thinks she the one 

other 2 wild and carm 
sweet and give you harm
but loving and caring they be
beautiful NS Loving as you can see
but soon as you think that 
these cats wild will bite sratch cut me 

but I love my cats like my family of 6 
all of them in my mix
sleep hunt cry for more
eat sleep and repeat 
from day one to two
my pack of cats are my heart

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Lonely children

The Children out there in cold 
looking for pennies of the gold
can spare few coins they say 
has people pass them by 
wandering the streets at day to night
no where to go in the light 
while they only have few  things to keep them warm from rain 
still people dont see there pain in there pain in their eyes 
tears fall from there face 
they walk past people who think they are out of place
children have no race or colour
they need love hope and food

the lonely children out there walking among themselves 
some last some die 
still at night they cry for help
have a heart have soul
when you walk past the children 
give little there only ask for bit of money 

sometimes i see rich get richer 
and poor getting poorer 
sometimes children have no choice
they hide they run maybe there home wasnt a home
the father wanted son got daughter
who they got thrown out just being there
when your family suppose to care 
they wasnt fair to the children of night 

so when your walking with hands in pocket all nice and warm
think of lonely children of the night 
some one outthere can see there little faces full of sorrow 
wishing for better tomorrow 

doesnt cost be nice 
does cost for them 
so please think twice of children of night
we was once children we was once like them
i see world getting fat on greed
when they could easily feed children of the night