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The Little Gray Furball
Through the front door, over the living room carpet,
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 •
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@ 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
Very creative, but I just think you should've been specific on where the little gray fur ball actually was.
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