But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
The cat II (24 Oct. 14)
The cat sat on the mat
So the child's rhyme goes
Not this cat
This cat sat on the chair
The bed
The sofa
The dining table
The opened-out cardboard box
Anywhere but the mat!
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