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Odd Companions


 

Here lies the cat in grander soft and big,

In dreams he prances quickly and sly.

If possible cat would catch the horrible pig,

He who does not stop being a bad guy.

 

Without a reason pig is mean to cat,

The rivalry does not cease to exist.

“THE END WILL COME TO YOU!” the pig had spat,

However they had not hate but a twist.

 

In such they had confusing companionship,

Nothing is like this relationship they had.

However this past is done forever they grip,

To greatness of days when prancing  was glad.

 

Here lies the cat in glee in a chase,

Here lies the pig in grave without one trace.

 

  -Aketzali Zeledon

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