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My Kitty

We all stood around,
And stared at the ground,
The eyes that stared back,
Were yellow against black,
My little tuxedo kitten,
Had only just been hitten,
But still my sweet kitty,
Comes running back, sleek and pretty,
Ignorance is bliss, its her own motto,
Some call it love, while others call it slow,
No matter what happens, I'll always know,
Those round eye staring from below,
Always will glow.





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