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Ah, the nightly ritual. I remember it well. This poem is delightful, Sue. I was ready to climb in with you all. I especially loved the rhythm of this "... our bodies make Canyons and caves For cats to den and slumber." and this, "...Seeking that soft spot between us Eight pounds becomes leaden weight Pulling covers down with him." Lovely.

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