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Poem Number 187
[the power [or not] of the word]
Commentary:
I named my cat Mystic
Thinking it would translate
Into not having to feed her
The logic was that she could absorb
Whatever nutrients a cat requires
From the secret serums found in air
Like the ancient mystics
[cats are Zen]
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Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
-Jack Kerouac-
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