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Dec 2014
Tom
was a ******* cat with bowling *****
then he struck out
         and came home with no spare paws

Tuesday he came upon my writing implements
      sat down a wounded ***,
up on my desk and meowed.


       He would not move so I brought his food
to him right where he gave up hope and
         sat not purring.


Until epiphany, I ran and paraded Miss Kitty
         by him. He jumped up quick like nothing
hurt.
           I went back to writing.
wordvango
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