Micropoetry with rhymes

cat fell asleep upon my keys
and silent was the stretch he had
now make your guesses while he sleeps -
I have no keys or have no cat?

when man turned thirty he's decided
to sleep no more.
but there was tiresome friend beside him
and he gone off.
there were another friends bewailing
this dreadful dream.
and through the years this friends are staying
awake for him.

I hold a rifle on my knees
with powder lack
I mix my paints in empty sleeves
and draw aduck


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