Spot Poem

Story by Care A Lot on SoFurry

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I wish I had more time to add more, but I am on my way to work. Enjoy this for now, and more Get Along to come later. Peace, ya'll, and thanks for reading!


As I walk the Westfield strip to "Set Adrift On Memory Bliss"

this imagination does kiss all the wonder there is to reminisce

all the perfect moments never occurred through the lopsided

world of furs, where luminous beings husk and murmur behind

curled paws, soft giggles and fluttering eyelashes keep my heart

in bloom.

My mind keeps dreaming "I need love. I need a miracle today, unless

the alcohol and nightmares take me first," no thanks to the God who

lay waste to me with dreams of far-fetched control and mad rap.

All I ever wanted was to sit aloft on the clouds of cool Care-A-Lot for my

spiritual sereneness, singing merry to a happy, hot Woodstock tune,

like Sly and the Family Stone's "Dance To The Music/Music Lovers/Want

To Take You Higher," that Fritz the Cat-style organ funked-out melody sending

all of Care-A-Lot HIGHER and HIGHER and HIGHER!, breaking

Dark Heart's red ruby spell forever, setting sentient furs free

everywhere. . .

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