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Meowy Christmas
The christmas tree was up
and decorations everywhere,
The woman called for her cat
then sat down on her soft chair.
She began to cry to herself
over a loss she couldn't bear,
She thought her cat was gone
after searching here and there.
She heard no cat sounds,
no meow or even purr,
The woman sat there alone
now at the table it was just her.
She made many posters
and placed them around town,
Then she headed for home
with a tear and a frown.
People would walk by her
with an expression of, "What?"
For they saw the cat hidden
in the crack of her butt.
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