Cathy King Poems

My two best friends took a walk last night, and it wasn't too hard to see
By the look in their eyes, when they came inside, that they'd been discussing me.
She told me just to let it go, since I'd heard it all before,
And he admired her self-restraint in not saying something more.
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Mine! they said of the gold they found,
And hollowed her out as they were able,
'Til fire started beneath the ground,
And things above grew quite unstable.
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