The Future is Not Yet Set, Or is There Destiny?

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By jwhwz

My man and I might be getting a new cat, not to replace her; And definitely, not to erase her. But, it might be a consolation; In my own imagination. For, we are supposed to have three babies; No if's, and's, but's or maybe's. Besides, when one of the cat's owners (in December) gets out of jail; One of the kitties will have to bail. Because, we gave the cat to her when she was a kind, sad sack; Then she changed and was incarcerated, but will be back; we hope she'd just have a heart attack; For, she was nothing but a two-faced witch; Of honesty, she didn't have a stitch. But, we are good people; and the cat is hers; Boy, life often is a blur. Will things get worse or will they get better?; We'll have the final answer in December, when it's time to wear a sweater! I really don't respect someone addicted to crack; Of a brain, she has much lack! By the way; in our town, Jazcmx and I; Are known as "The Cat People", and now you know why! Also, three of the cats I've mentioned are sisters and brother; Will, for us, there be another who did not come from the same mother?

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