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I have no qualms about coming in last place. But my poem isn't about silence. It reads much like my fav author Ogden Nash. Please forgive, I've spent the last 20 years buried in humane volunteer work with shelters and a heavy background of people wanting you to take their problems.
I have no idea if this even qualifies, but I hope it gives ya'll a chuckle.
The Missed Fix
I once met a cat who was unaltered.
I grabbed for his butt, but I faltered.
All the rest of his type,
were neutered without hype,
but he escaped with his rocks of Gibraltar.
Even one of his kind,
in my most sterile mind,
leaves kittens to die in the wild.
A mother, it seems,
can breed in her dreams,
and give kittens life only to die.
I once met a cat who was unaltered.
I grabbed for his butt, but I faltered.
If you see him tonight,
remember their plight,
and his butt at the vet should be altered.
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Take a giant step out of your mind.
Taj Mahal
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