When the Cat Stole the Milk

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Well there it is.  There's nothing to do.

The cat steals the milk and it's gone.

Then the cat steals you, and you're found

Days later, with milk on your face.

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That implies that you become whoever

Steals you.  The trees steal a man,

And an old birch becomes his wife

And they live together in the woods.

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Some of us have always wanted

God to steal us.  Then our friends

Would call each other, and print

Posters, and we would never be found.

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~ Robert Bly

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