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Jan 2018
There's an orange cat
who eats my trash
and I don't mind
I know Hes in a bind
got no where to go.

He wont meet me
got no love to show
but his face says
feed me.


I put food in a bowl on my porch,
he runs when i open the door.
But i peer through the window and see
Orange cat does appreciate me.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   Kirsten Claire
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