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Mar 2012
My new best friend has perished
Though I only met him last night
His company was cherished
That **** cat knocked him down
And then drank the spilled bourbon
Now I am bereft of my solace
With only the empy bottle, and
I maintain that if Coolidge were still president
This would never have happened.
Written by
Doktor Howl
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