Walking in from retrieving the morning paper I saw Helen Jameson's cat scamper Bloody to the bone I brought it in to pamper Blood drops on white roses. Cleaned up, it lay on the floor infront of the fire Reading the daily news always makes me tire So I rocked away and let my dreams transpire Blood drops on white roses. Out of my chair I head for the stairs To a softer place for my mind to repair Turning for a look they cat still lay there Blood drops on white roses. Slowly making my way up each step Remembering to hold on to the rail so I dont slip The cat ran by and let out a yip Blood drops on white roses. Down the stairs I tumbled fast Slowly bleeding from the blast Help me please, the words I spoke last Blood drops on white roses.Birth sign: Pisces
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