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The Calamitous Demise of the Despondent Cat
There is a cat who hides in a drawer,
He’s afraid of the chair,
Afraid of the door,
Afraid of the stairs,
Afraid of the floor.
With legs tightly sprung,
He counted to three,
through the air he was flung,
at last he would see,
all the world for it’s wonder,
if only he had foreseen,
This one minor blunder.
There once was a cat who hid in a drawer,
And lived in a flat on the sixtieth floor.
Made in Scotland
Bred in Wales, educated in Cornwall and working in England. Living among the cafés, coffee shops and clichés of Christchurch. Plumen light bulbs dangle in pendants above the dining room table, Bertoia diamond chairs are draped in fur throws and a rosewood Eames lounger is home to an owl shaped cushion with button eyes. I’ve operated under the guise of a designer since 2008, dabbling in the ink, pixels and vectors of brand and building between the parentheses of web development.
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