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Kitty the Great asked me why I liked to write all the time, and why I had so many ideas. Here is my answer!
It’s Your Own Fault Kitty! If you didn’t take the time To inspire us and excite us, So we only had to write Your basic little Opus, (or should I call it tome?) U would not have us Rawring and meowing Out ideas Which No doubt are meant to tickle the Fancy of one called Kitty, Our August and delightful, and very Understanding Leader. No! Then we would just all sit, like Knuckleheaded kitts, who never In their lives Thought a Tiny little bit. But, You do. Purrs, BugBug
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