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Freckles has left, never to return.
Everyone misses him, the whole town and you.
Where he is at, is my main concern,
Mr. Freckles, my man, I bid you adieu.
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I remember last December, when I wasn’t with you,
And then in July on my arm your tattoo.
Then the bb in your ear came out.
The bb, I have, and you I’m without.
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It was said Mr. Freckles was a mean prick.
He was never seen twice, with the same chick.
Buy him a pack so he won’t steal your stash.
Freckles, you junkie, we loved you for it.
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One day he went missing, my dearly loved cat.
Friend that I miss and pet I once had.
I looked in the streets, but you weren’t there all splat.
Freckles I hope you checked into rehab.
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I miss my cat is all :-C
I like the simplistic longing of this poem and post-- it's very sweet.
ReplyDeleteI dig it, homes. Does it mention you have a tattoo of Mr. Freckles?
ReplyDeleteIf you do have a tattoo of Mr. Freckles, I want to see it.
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ReplyDeleteWord, its just a little cartoon of him I drew, but I'll show it off on Thursday.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way this poem flows! I wanted to read more and want to KNOW more. Great job.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a cat person because my roomates think cats descended from the gods but I have to admit this is kind of cute and I bet Mr. Freckles was kind of cute to. Just don't let anyone know I ever said this.
ReplyDeleteIm with Ross I wanna see the tat!
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