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By John I. Blair

While they’re still warm
And stink from feet,
My cat loves to shove
His blunt pink nose
Deep down in my shoes.

I think he imagines
Somehow he will own me
When he’s caught the part
Of my immortal essence
That dwells between my toes.

©2005 John I. Blair  

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