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Two dogs melt snoring in my lap,
How am I to extricate myself from,
My usual chair, drinking very hot coffee with no cream.
A cat purring jumps and lands there,
In the middle of my crossed legs,
On the padded green chair.
The pain in my left knee means nothing,
To the soft fur curled and scented in my lap.
My breasts in the cold. Back tense. Breath clear.
My arms reach up, I want to go for a run,
Music pounds the streets.
Brain in the belly. Grassy taste in the back of my throat.
Can the animals explain, how does this happen?
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