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jealousy
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
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Friday, 30th June 2006 @ 10:09:09 AM in AEST
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the brown cat with the green eyes
sneaked little peeks at the fair white kitten
so long, so strong, its strides were, she thought
as she looked down with detest at her own short, stubby legs
under the same owner
the brown cat grew fatter
whilst the fair kitten remained slim and long
no matter, how much more than brown cat it'd ate
the fair kitten got all the love
the brown cat, simply nonexistant
the brown cat prayed day and night
that perhaps on day, she could be lovely in her master's sight
but she only grew older and uglier
as in contrast, the fair kitten grew graceful with age
the brown cat never hated the fair kitten
the fair kitten was sweet, nice
and the brown cat really appreciated her kind heart kind soul
but the brown cat continued dwelling in her own misery her own indignity
her own jealousy
her green eyes popped out with constant envy
the fair kitten, meanwhile, loved her like a dear sibling
then the brown fat cat wondered,
is there any basis for jealousy?
What is wrong with me?
But a tiny part in her fat heart
does not deny, there lives jealousy.
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Re: jealousy
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by GurlyTye on
Friday, 30th June 2006 @ 11:45:17 AM AEST
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Re: jealousy
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by maggsie on
Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 06:39:49 AM AEST
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loved this poem. how unfair is the ratio of beauty and yet the brown cat was the one whom i wanted to cuddle most. Sometimes bland things are more interesting than obvious beauty...
regrads
maggie
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