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Little Moosie, little paws, Tiny whiskers, sharpened claws, Like his mistress, away at play, Always cute, deadly anyway. Hard to hurt, hard to offend, Yet I managed, unsure till this end, How I did it, yet I did, And she won't understand, all so rancid, Emotions she knows, a different set, With hearts she plays, no simple duet, But a solo, playing long, Giving her soul, playing HER song, Like little Moosie, quiet and loud, Each at its time, Quiet when proud, But in anger, words flow away, Does she understand, the hurt she will say? Hearts broken, left behind, Pieces strewn, destruction refined, Grudges and anger, not guilt and remorse, Fill inside her, giving her force, Like little Moosie, innocent she, She doesn't understand, neither do we! |
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