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| KITTY LITTER |
| I roll around in cat litter, For me it is a joy. I pick up a new cat turd And make it my new toy. The cat comes in to make a poo. Must've eaten something spicey. I stare at him and leave the box, For our relationship is dicey. I think I played in litter too much. I really think I spoiled it. So now I'll just forget the box And start playing in the toilet. -Bennett Reinhard |
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