the cats always liked it
and were more prone
to climb on your lap
maybe they knew I
resented any time
that took you away
from me
you on the other hand
had a genteel manner
a becoming acceptable charm
my steel cold blue eyes
often caused other's eyes
to look away...
they could not hold
the contact with me
and were afraid
of what I don't know
I always knew a liar
just by looking in the eyes
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