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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
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