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![]() Beautiful daffodil eyes Hair smooth like silk He sits upon the floor Lapping at spilt milk He lazes in the sun And chases moving things Especially if they fly In the air on wings When he is happy he Sits on a lap and purrs He loves it when she Brushes his long fur
Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
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