Never do...

My cat was staring blankly at me down across the hall
It didn't look quite right, no I knew something was wrong
He hopped upon the wash-machine and took a look inside
And found what he expected that I was trying to hide.

I could not keep him quiet, no, his eyes were crimson red
Never wash your mothers clothes if she is in them, dead.



Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 10:47

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