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Not Tom, Not Jerry
The old grey siamese chases the mouse that chomps on the cheese, chaws with his gum, his teeth now long gone, chews on its tail; the mouse thinks it's fun. For the old grey tom's lost a whisker or ten and the old grey mouse can't remember back when this wasn't a game but a chase to the end. Now each day's a new day as their bones have grown old as the cat moves in slo-mo and the ratling's grown bold and they chomp and they chase and they play and they roll and they chaw and they chew while the cheese blues with mold. © Kåre Enga 2008 [164.464] 2008-01-15
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