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January 16, 2015

 

 

And though the litter

just days old,

it took only moments

to spot one so bold.

 

And then the greediest

by hunger led,

had soon gained weight,

and had the largest head.

 

The mild mannered one

waited in the queue,

until her mother’s teat

appeared on view.

 

But the smallest one

that they said might die,

I reared myself,

when he caught my eye.

 

 

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