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by Karra

Its the candles;
With their flickering silence,
than moves me
The steamy warmth,
that relfects your touch
Surrounds the room thickly
And fills me.
Oh the haunted hunted look
And the restrained hunger
I feel your touch,
Your eyes apon me
Slowly, quickly
The movement mocks the shadows
reflected by candles
Jealous of what is felt
They dance in hope
but the passion, the heat
The touch
Is mine

 

 

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Poetry by imp, recited by Wasser B. Maus 

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Cat
upon the toilet seat he sat
he cleaned his paws and licked his maw
and dreamt of chasing Mr. Ratt

but Mawsy spoke and admonished him
NO NO my child...i'd much reather see u swim!
for Mr. Rattsys family does, does him loves!

About this we will SEE
this is newly news to me
and so the Cat so Fat and smart
learned that loving Ratts was an Art

The End

 

 

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by Scribe

Oh the heavens above,
dark and velvet like a glove,
yet aglow with the star's light,
piercing through the depth of night.

 

 

Fuzzie Wuzzie
by Wasser B. Maus and Fuzzie

Fuzzie Wuzzie is so red,
he loves to be petted on his head.
He loves to eat and loves to purr
and loves to sleep and clean his fur.
He loves his Maousie
and lives with him in his haousie.
They are bestest of friends for ever and ever,
Both Maus and Fuzzie growing ever more clever.

 

 

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by Moto

God Bless America!
There's no such place as America
Its only here in our minds
Think how much would be real
If we all left our memory behind?
Then you'll start to see what the truth is
And you can begin from scratch
To build a meaningful life
From your own ideas that hatch
Then listen afresh to the people
As they all passionately insist
Everyone, 'God bless America!'
And think, 'does either really exist?'