 I'm under da moon wiff da sweetest girl, How lucky can any tom be. It's a chilly night, but I feel toasty warm, Does da moon giff off dat much heat? No, it's not da moon or efen da stars, It's my luff, Mewsette, it's her fault. My head gets all woozy, my insides get loopy, But I like it, dis being in luff. Purrrrrrrrrrrrs, E.T. Important Note: All graphics on this website are the property of Smokey's Web World. Please do not use without expressed permission. Thank you.
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