A Walk A Day
A walk a day or maybe two
I may encounter something new
May chance to meet potential friends
Or dream a while it all depends
As I walk down a road of dust
Off on the shoulder, car of rust
And all is quiet so I try
To whistle a tune ‘neath gray sky
Out peeks a cat with silky fur
He rubs my leg, begins to purr
Go away kitty you’re not mine
But I might change my tune in time
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