The Blank Verse Challenge (Practice IP with me)
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        My cat, her magic tail becomes a foot.
        As she begins to dance: pentameter!





        My fucking hand has cat food on its thumb;
        The smell of it, like decomposing fish.
        Forgot and licked it now it's on my tongue!
        I knew one day that it would come to this:
        My breath a carbon copy of my cats',
        My psyche merged with my feline kin.

                                                                                                                                all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?
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RE: The Blank Verse Challenge (Practice IP with me) - by rayheinrich - 01-12-2026, 02:50 PM



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