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Jun 1
I'm a furry little dancer
a sleek bewhiskered chancer,
I wanted to pounce you
bounce you
trounce you with my paw
shiny sunbeam on the floor,
you were here just now,
and then you were gone,
such shame our game can't carry on
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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     Lori Jones McCaffery and Timothy
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