Poem, joints, kittens, Torchwood
Water on Mars, by Clare McDonnell.
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Ow, my ankles. A kitten has been swinging out of my flesh, ow. I picked her up and firmly said "That's enough", and she at once rushed off to huddle against my mother and have a nap. I now, of course, have kitten-guilt.
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Ow, my knees. The gym is challenging them, as one instructor says.
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Oooh, Captain Jack! You are pretty but deserve a smacking.
*
Ow, my ankles. A kitten has been swinging out of my flesh, ow. I picked her up and firmly said "That's enough", and she at once rushed off to huddle against my mother and have a nap. I now, of course, have kitten-guilt.
*
Ow, my knees. The gym is challenging them, as one instructor says.
*
Oooh, Captain Jack! You are pretty but deserve a smacking.
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