A garbage-can snoozes with it's dirty dreams. Plastic guts hanging out, drooling, dribbling. Tempting... The garbage-can topples from its smelly slumber; Vomits into the ally. Lid rolls off like a drill-sergeant. A bedroom light wounds the night. Furry little tramp, all claws, scales and Scars a fence, -Flees to other shadows, outruns the blame. And cries like a hungry baby to the night...Birth sign: Cancer
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