Things do or don't add up
But there's always that subtraction
At the end of the column of want
Sitting on my lap she likes
To reach up and place her paw
On my throat what desiring
Her claws sheathed her eyes pleading
Now I know I'll be back
I want to leave this hurried note
For my future eyes to find
Today it was summer here once again
So as usual we left the earth
In the schools of heaven
We were yearning to return
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