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Created on: October 13, 2009
CAT'S CAN COUNT OUR BLESSINGS
I've been thinking a lot about cats.
Mostly of their fabled nine lives.
I can't figure if this trait is enviable,
Or a trait I would come to despise.
Would it be great to have a do-over?
Would that start to get on my nerves?
What if my mistake was stupid at best?
A second chance I didn't deserve?
Would life no longer hold wonder?
Would there be nothing left to explore?
Would I soon forget the value of life,
If I knew I still had eight more?
I guess nine lives is nothing to envy.
No wonder cats always look so depressed!
There would be no excitement if I had nine lives.
In hindsight, cats must think we're blessed!
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