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My gray slick tabby walks. He moans tabby lingo that’s the










way he talks. One at a time the answer his call. Then in the fight, one at a time they fall. His lean paws need and swell.
The big black tabby fell. Fred comes to the porch and lays in my lap. He settles down for a long nice nap. One at a time




they go home. He sleeps all night long. He wakes up to the
ring of the phone. Now this is his home. Till the next after-
noon song. Meow!





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