Camden Yards

A tiny cat named Camden Yards,
At least, that’s what we call her;
She hangs out at the depot, there
Amid the noise, and squalor,

And sometimes quiet of a morn.
Where she sits still, and purring —
A tiny cat named Camden Yards,
Who monitors

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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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