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A Tom Cat Aging The old tom cat sits by the fire Licking his curled up paws blinking in quiet contentment stretching his whiskered jaws... The years have been favorable to him He still has his well-groomed fur; his eyesight's as keen as ever; He still has his masculine purr... And yet there is one thing that plagues him, he's noticed it once or twice... time has been gradually breeding A speedier race of mice. ~Mary Alice Loberg
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