I stopped for my appetite,<br> on the way home today.<br> I stepped into a meat shack<br> to order my prey.<br> <br> "Roast beef, large potato,<br> and a medium caffiene."<br> <br> Waiting for the slicer,<Br> I felt eerie death,<br> lain over silence.<br> Vast with misconceptions.<br> <br> Beauty shown before me,<br> eyes and heart wanted<br> to meet her.<br> <br> Cat had my tongue.<br> <br> Eyes met on occaision,<br> pleseantries exchanged.<br> But nothing toned iterest<br> as I left the cow wake.<br> <br> I don't harp on the lost chance.<br> Coulda Wouldas don't see where they're going.<br> I'm always the thought, never the action.<br> Can't find confidence in silent death.<br> <p><i>Catman</i>Birth sign: Not entered
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