Tom
By birksy
On a wet, windy, day in May, a stray by the name of Tom, strode in. A swift dip in the tub, Quick rub, the stub of his tail went so fast I thought it might fly off. Now he lays at my feet, Quite sweet, the heat of his fur Keeps us both warm, On those wet, windy days, in May. Written April 6th, 1998 © on Aug 27 2001 06:31 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 14
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