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May 2013
Little kids are the ones who always ask,
Where did you get those scars?
"My cat scratched me"
Is my favorite reply
They look puzzled at first
As if they're wondering how the cat scratched me
With such straight lines.
I don't have the heart to say I'm lying.
Then they smile and walk away
Going about they're merry day.
Jay
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Jay  Minnesota
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