The little redhead that I’ve been working hard to save her life,
Easier by far to give her a bath and Mr Black,
Tonight is a stood at the sink ready in her bath,
Eyes encrusted with a cold,
Every morning I work hard to clear out it ick and they’re still infected I can’t get it medication until the 3rd so we plug it along,
As I started looking for the bath water ready,
I knew she was near,
And she sensed what I was doing the little rat of kitten,
She hid from me smart as a whip those whiskers or something you know,
When I was six I had a brain fart,
The life of me I did not understand what they’re for,
So I cut them off,
With age thank God intelligence grows,
Hear this little baby was born with these wonderful things that allows her to hide behind the toilet and try to get away from taking a bath,
Tomorrow morning I’m going to town to Walmart and spend a pittance of what I the pins I have I got to get Kitty food and a little collar for a kitten flees are horrible,
Her appetite is good
Grandma Agnes Kleeman was blind,
Dad used to brag on his mom,
Dad would say his mom was best Chinese checker player in the world,
When I was born mom and dad took me Shawno, Wisconsin,
So Grandma Aggie could feel my face,
I look forward to death so I can meet those I never got to,
My Yiddish grandmother married our love the son of a Lutheran minister died when I was 2 years old.
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