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Marin Sorescu
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My cat is washing herself
With the left paw
We shall have another war
For I notice
Whenever she washes
With her left paw
International tension grows
Considerably
How can she see
The five continents?
Maybe in her eyes
The pythoness moves
Who knows by heart
All the world's unpuntuated history.
I feel like crying
When I think that both I
And the heaven of souls bundled
On my back
Should depend in the last instance
On a capricious cat
Go and catch mice
Never again unleash
World wars
Fuck off
You bitch.
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