Muffin: a poem (1992 – I am 8)

He is gone
so he is where I left him
There under dirt and in some cloth
I am lonely and so sad
I am crying at my bed
Lots of toys and lots of things
but nothing is so very neat.
Sunny and rainy days
nothing is just the same
Nice and mean
mean and nice
I loved him so very much
Over hills and through the woods
I still feel it’s no good.
I have a so cute one too
on the table just for you.

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2 Responses to Muffin: a poem (1992 – I am 8)

  1. Lindsey says:

    🙁 Such a sad RVB at 8 years old. Was Muffin your cat?

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