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Cats

They are the clowder of panthers
that fled the jungle as cubs,
traveled north to the Lower Nile,
and swore never to grow up,
but soon, marked with a
brilliant circle of earring,
and reverse spirals
of castration like eunuch slaves,
sat together in a place
where water on all sides

made islands
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Poet Dragon 15 March 2006

100 % X 2! ! ! My math isn't all that good, but this poem was!

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