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Playing the Cat

Nestled pyramids, soldiers of sand,
No servants hand, no strangers.
No one died today, no saints
Made. Cat wore the Ankh,
Carried the dog headed staff,
Drawing along the sea crooked to
And fro on the sand, wand dragging

Bird with a wire – Lumpectomy and a stage IV breast cancer patient

Poetry Foundation I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? T.S. Eliot  The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock Where there’s a will there’s a way to get a tumor removed. After hearing

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