I have no idea what's gonna be pasted.
Little itty bitty paws in the air.
Their nose, pinkly new
Fuzzy coats of fur
That sheds so often.
The wide curious eyes
Mischievous play
Romping, rolling
The bravest of creatures
Your whiskers tickling my nose
Sleek and sure
Teetering on new feet
But confident in your abilities
Coming closer, closer
Brushing my legs
Warm body, displaying affection
With the fur that sheds so often
Oh right. The poem I was working on.
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