I look out the window,
sadness overcoming me,
stray cats come and go,
birds fly to their safe place in a tree.
The rain pours down,
the grass and trees become wet,
as I sit there in my gown,
those poor animals who cannot afford a vet.
Life is too hard,
to let it fly,
you can't act like a tard,
I bet you're thoughts are 'why?'
What I just stated happens everyday.
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