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THE GENTLEMAN'S TREE
      [by Dr.Who3]

The Gent was very sad you see
'cause his back yard had lost a tree.
I guess that it is very hard 
to clean a tree from your backyard.

But I don't blame the tree at all
for having that untimely fall.  
The tree was bowing down you see
because it IS a gentlemans tree.


THOUGHTS ON A WINTER DAY
     [by Dr.Who3]

It's stark and white 
and cold out there 
and such a chill 
hangs in the air.

There's chocolate hot 
within my cup
a liquid smile.
I drink it up.


As I Walk By
[by Dr.Who3]

He stalks and hides
and scrambles back
and trembles in 
a paper sack

breathing just a
little sigh but
will he pounce
as I walk by?


Mamma's Ankles
[by Dr.Who3]

Why does my kitty 
seem to care?

Are legs and ankles 
tasty bare?

Why has he 
always 
sat and yearned
for that one time 
my back is turned
to run 
and jump
and strike
and pounce 
thence to run
before I trounce?


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