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Once at the pet shop
I saw a little cat.
His eyes were hazel
And his coat was shiny black.
He cried softly
And It seemed as if he said,
'I want to find a home
with a cosy little bed.
A cosy little bed, not bery big
'cause I'm only small
Still not that big.'
He saw me and cried
'That's the little girl! I know it is her
Because she looks so kind.'
He jumped up and down
And I thought he was mad.
So I went in and bought him
And he was glad.
Jesia Writes, July 1981
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