No more sneaking baby animals in,
Sure I’m sixty-three,
For years I lived with my folks,
Many lesbians do!
Judy says theres alwats one child whose the care giver,
That was me,
All lost cats in area came to me,
When our laundry room was torched,
I had cats inside, up in my room,
In my truck,
And the front yard,
Cars less fun sort of then dogs,
No pooh to fling to neighbors yard over hedge,
Patches was blind,
Bet I had fifteen,
One eye had been sewn shut,
December 3rd,2014,
I found the smoke alarm,
Only one in five,
Guess Diana didn’t know about that slarm,
I open the door, Patches went down,
After I got out of intensive care,
First my nephew took me to fire station,
My God son!
Guess I was to be blamed fir fire my narcississ half sister set,
Ellen my baby sister spoke up,
That was the first and last time she did,
Mom’s cats neck was broken when Diana came to do the deed,
The tall box in the front room had my cats and moms,
Ellen was going to bury them,Randolph Lovitt of Spencer Iow without a car threw out cats in the green dumpster.
I found patches dead tossed into a kitty litter box.
That when I lost my home,
Mom did too,
It was Diana’s plan to live off mom,
Someone who would be trapped,
Never able to divorce her like her five husbands did.
Low rent crappy housing I could only have one cat,
Mom finally was free of Diana June 3rd,2020,
Two pain packs with Codine,
On our sweet mom with diabetis,
Massive stroke was moms penalty,
For surviving so long,
None of Diana’s five husband last or stayed as long as mom was force to with the spawn of satan.
Five is plenty family.
All firry.
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