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Glass crashes to the floor,

Scratch marks on the door,

Vomit in my shoe,

In every hue,

Fur on the chair,

Paw prints on the stairs,

Cat litter everywhere,

Its the Cats Fault,

I swear!



Curtians in shreds,

Claw marks on my bed,

You think my parents would get the clue,

Some day soon,

Cat butt in my face,

Knocked over vase,

They're in all things that are mine,

Its the cats fualt for the tenth time,

I swear!

In blossoms in the springs frist breath,

It hides in the eye of Anna-Beth,

It dances on the wind of summers breeze,

In the clear prisons freeze,

It is the running of a childs frist steps,

In the easy breath as the edler slept,

Its the mother's sigh,

In a baby's joyful cry,

It is in a lovers embrace,

In the smile on my face.

The sound of marching feet

rumbled like thunder,

The sounds of fights

down yonder,

White signs with words

of blood,

Screaming hordes

with falling thuds,

The blaze of bright

white fire,

As it burns

even higher,

Sounds of tank engines

as they roll down they street,

Many die in the blinding heat,

Or rebellions hopless feat.