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I believe it was Bill Watterson that something along the lines of "Poems spring to mind when watching my cats sleep."
I seem to have been graced with the same gift, but instead of producing beautiful poetry, my brain spews forth cleverly rhymed nonsense about cats and cheese.
If there's a market for that kind of stuff, someone needs to let me know. Volume I will be "Of Cats and Curds".
I seem to have been graced with the same gift, but instead of producing beautiful poetry, my brain spews forth cleverly rhymed nonsense about cats and cheese.
If there's a market for that kind of stuff, someone needs to let me know. Volume I will be "Of Cats and Curds".