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Dec 2013
i had a little cat he was very sad he was getting old
and his eyesight getting bad
he bumped in to things while walking on the floor
when he wanted out he couldnt find the door
he couldnt see his food when it was time to eat
his very favourite dish biscuits and some meat
i took him to the vet and told him of his plight
that he was getting old and had a poor sight
the vet he made some glasses so that he could see
now the cat was happy as happy can be
he could find his food and see across the floor
when he wanted out he could see the door
it looked rather funny when he went to bed
falling fast asleep with glasses on his head
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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