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CATS

by @joe-cole

I hate the bloody things But I love them Tangled round my feet And I have to be so careful where I step Midnight killers The remains of night feasting on my conservatory carpet To greet me in the morning Who wants to spend hours with a ball of black fur sat on their lap? Yes, that's me Maxemillion, Merlin and Spartacus My black shiny boys Three brothers who I don't own I don't own! Simple really, we don't own cats because they own us I hate cats
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