She strolls into sight,
looks through a window, then leaves –
cats are like haiku.
looks through a window, then leaves –
cats are like haiku.
posted by Pete Green at
15:06
11 September 2008
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
When I'm not doing these blogs I play music.
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