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Every man, in the right situation, is capable of murder.
Not every man is capapble of camping.
So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think.
And nowwwww, a poem about my cat.
My kitten walks on velvet feet
and makes no sound at all;
and in the doorway nightly sits
to watch the darkness fall.
I think he loves the lady, night
and feels akin to her
whose footsteps are as still as his
whose touch as soft as fur.