Sleeping Cat
a poem by Tristan
I hear the cat's belly
it sounds like
a song
Friday, May 22, 2009
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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- Very Relaxed
- A Real Conversation!
- Too Early for Santa?
- Mmm, Tasty
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About Me
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- Writer. Noun in charge of verbing, eclectic funmeister, grounded nomad, imaginary friend. Author of The League for the Suppression of Celery.
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