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THE CLAWS
How many times have cats got you
Look at that the lovely cat,
He’s peering all the time,
It’s curling in and out your legs,
You know it’s dinner time.
That glaring stare you can’t resist,
He sit’s and gently paws,
Then slowly stretches out and Taps,
And walks off to the door.
He’s running back you haven’t moved,
It thinks you’re playing games,
But believe me friend you soon will do,
Just wait you’re feel the pain.
The cat then slowly raised his legs,
Up on your lap he’ll slump,
And then it digs the claws right in,
Gotcha what a grump.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,003
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THE CLAWS
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