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The Sunshine Is Ginger & White
The Sunshine Is Ginger And White
Here comes the sunshine
Not our sunshine
But the ginger and white sunshine
From across the street
The little prince
With heart markings
He sits at the window
Silently imploring entry
And when the door opens
He trots his way to the kitchen
And looks up at us
In milky expectation
He’s still a kitten
With greyin...
Wednesday 29th April 2020 1:58 pm
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