via Facebook... A Love Poem, by Timber Oh I'm in love Misha, She of soft reddish fur, But she glares when I try to get closer, And treats me like a no-good cur. Yes I'm in love with Misha, I drool when I sniff where she marks, And should a bike come by that threatens I protect her with fierce Tervie barks. Oh yes I'm in live with Misha But she'll never let me have that, So I share all my toys and treats from afar And run off to go hump the cat...
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