My daughter is definitely following in my footsteps.
She loves poetry and is starting to make up her
own poems.
I love cats, oh how I love cats; they are soft, fuzzy and sweet.
They love to drink cream and chase mice in their dreams.
They even have pads under their feet.
Some flitter, some crawl, and some hide in the hall.
Some skitter, some play and some sleep all day.
Sometimes they play with a yarn ball.
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