A Poem ----------- 'Twas a week before Christmas, and in da Jen's house, Gizmo curled sleeping with his catnip-filled mouse whilst alone at her 'puter, his mistress did wheeze behind clutches of tissue to catch the next sneeze. The thermometer read at one hundred and two, and poor Jen didn't know just what she was to… Continue reading A poem
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