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7/2/2001
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Poems are neat, And if you love them... so are you.
A POEM FOR A CAT

Dimly lit alleys, clouds unseen in the sky,
Nothing on the telly, so I looked at the diamonds up high,
Glittering and sparkling, giving out light,
That moment so enchanting, that very special night.

Gathering my fishing net, I went out to the sea,
On a boat alone I sat, just wanting to be free,
I fished and fished, catching many things in my net,
Only to be released, on that night I’ll never forget.

Suddenly a star fell from above, a shooting star indeed!
Brightly flying like a dove, destined that we would meet,
This star so innocent, charming and true,
Like a beautifully wrapped present, arriving before it was due.

But then who was I to say, what was or wasn’t to be,
As long as I know it was the day, when dreams become a reality,
That night when I saw a star, friendship bloomed anew,
And no matter how near or far, know that the shining star is - you!

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