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May 2014
i have little cat a rascal cat is he
he catches little birds and brings them back to me
he brings lots of mice  that scares me half to death
i run around the room till im out of breath.

but it is only instinct the way it has to be
i still love him so and without wouldnt be.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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