You kept pushing it.
Knocking it gently.
Until it fell off my desk.
Right in to the garbage bin.
You threw your catnip away.
Not me.
Yes, I know you expect me to get it out
because I have hands and you do not.
Just let me debate on why should I?
You kept pushing it.
Knocking it gently.
Until it fell off my desk.
Right in to the garbage bin.
You threw your catnip away.
Not me.
Yes, I know you expect me to get it out
because I have hands and you do not.
Just let me debate on why should I?
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