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Post by ARENA on Apr 17, 2014 12:07:02 GMT
Tina’s tabby, Tobermore
Died at the age of twenty four
Was buried round behind the house
With a sigh of relief from the local mouse
ARENA |
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Post by scorp on Apr 18, 2014 10:26:20 GMT
My old cat is dead,
Who would butt me with his head.
He had the sleekest fur.
He had the blackest purr.
Always gentle with us
Was this black puss,
But when I found him to-day
Stiff and cold where he lay
His look was a lion's,
Full of rage, defiance:
Oh, he would not pretend
That what came was a friend
But met it in pure hate.
Well died, my old cat.
Hal Summers |
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Post by scorp on Apr 18, 2014 10:28:20 GMT
AN UNUSUAL CAT POEM
My cat is dead
But I have decided not to make a big tragedy out of it.
Wendy Cope |
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Post by goldelox on Apr 18, 2014 10:55:04 GMT
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