A Platonic Cat

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My husband melted into a smile, When I mewed in a cat’s style, He was in a roar of anger, When lights were on interior, I knew the cat had left its trace, It was love which run the race, The feline had doused him in love, When humans to money does bow, A unique smile went on to grace, The cat had cultured his face.

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Usha Raman

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