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C.A.T poem


It was three cats ago when cat were kitten's drinking milk. And now there are just cat's that have long nails That will scratch you until you bleed. So please don't underestimate them because they Will attacks you. When a cat you love become a memory. The memory becomes a treasure. The only pussy that lays down in your bed is your cat. If a cat was to write poetry they will say meow meow meow.
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