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Sounds a hundred year old bed pot makes,




In the kitchen,

A little hand me down table sits,

Brassing my crappy unclosable cupboard closed,

Upon a shelf underneath,

Rest a bed pot,

Mom bought at a sale long time ago,

My youngest cat loathes it,

So every now and then,

From out of the kitchen I hear,





Yelling will not stop the climbing upon,

Still I yell ‘Stop that!’

At least I then feel content.


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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