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 The Little Gray Furball Up the winding staircase, under that old fishing net. Around the wooden chair, across the long hall, Up into the vent, out through the wall. Toward the bathroom, on the sink, Above the dog, among the toys that tink. Beyond the bathroom, after the old shed, Into my bedroom, in the little cats bed. This is the preposition poem that I created. Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:28 PM • comment (2) • Reads 852 • Return to Blog List
Posted Comments  Nice Jon! @ other comment (forgot name oops) the little gray furball is a cat's furball, the hair they swallow after grooming.
Comment Posted on May 15, 2012 at 05:11 PM by
ChaseSVery creative, but I just think you should've been specific on where the little gray fur ball actually was.
Comment Posted on March 19, 2012 at 07:48 PM by
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