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The Disease Of The Dancing Cats (Free verse) by Mister Cakes

Midnight When everyone goes to sleep The streets are empty This is when the cats come out They dance under the moonlight They form a society They have rules Until the break of day When man returns And the cats become domesticated again And they lap up milk again And they wait for midnight

Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/4:12 AM
O YES!
giddy, giddy, have a go
lap it up




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