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April 26, 2012
Micropoem
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Oh! Oh, what a wonderful haiku; and the image is beautiful, too.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | April 27, 2012 at 10:44 AM
I love that but I guess Manon just wants company not poems
Posted by: Fire Bird | April 27, 2012 at 01:08 PM
I relate to this as I am catsitting right now for a cat that has been displaced from her favorite lap by a baby.
Posted by: hattie | May 01, 2012 at 02:33 PM