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The Disease Of The Dancing Cats (Free verse) by Mister Cakes Midnight
When everyone goes to sleep
The streets are empty
This is when the cats come out
They dance under the moonlight
They form a society
They have rules
Until the break of day
When man returns
And the cats become domesticated again
And they lap up milk again
And they wait for midnight
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Posted: July 28, 2002 2:28 PM PDT; Last modified: July 28, 2002 2:28 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9231596 Overall Rank: 9386 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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28-Jul-02/5:35 PM
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this is minus drunk old man. lacking walled up cat. no insanity. no death. weak society. no poe. no poo. no allen with rabies in gutter. no black cat. no descriptive action. go read weak beak. come back one week ( i suggest hermen hesses' steppenwolf and richard adams shardic. then you have midnight and milk (in a story a bit more prose mad mix poem) better society. anarchy, last sunset ranch.e
O YES!
giddy, giddy, have a go lap it up
I dont sleep until 1? does this mean i'm a cat?
Have cats got minds? That is what Mr Cakes is probing? The only cat i ever had ran under a car, i dont think do have rules or form societies on that evidence....still a neat little ditty...
There's apparently cats who will dance
When at dark they at last have the chance Blah blah blah yadda yadda For us to care, dude, you've gotta The conceit with some PO'TRY enhance. 159 view(s)
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