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Hark, mucous nugget, back again

I lie awake wondering when next I will pounce

– and of you

“Sit down!”

from the depths of sleep I hear you call

but you are so very slimy

and I am a tiny teaspoon of sugar

can it ever be?

or, my apricot chicken, are we destined to clash?

a collision course

with a countdown timer that started the moment I noticed your height

The Lion of madness, the gazelle of angst.

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