Now there’s only one, In the fridge just now I found, Milk in the milk replacer, Gone baby when I return to the kitty carrage, Two old fucks like another day at the feed throff, And a dead kitten left when I was feeding others, His last meal was some human chicken soup and water,Continue reading “Like ten little Indians”
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Val Whitewolf 