Vic Chesnutt

Scratch, Scratch, Scratch

Vic Chesnutt

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Scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat 
on the carpet. 
She stepped in the blue water bowl. 
Twitch, twitch, twitch 
goes my eyelid, 
my tongue in a cavity hole. 
I lost my passport one hairy night. I think they found it in the bald-bulb light.