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This is a little poem my cat wrote about how she feels when I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Enjoy :)
Wake Up Call By S.L. BugBug Milliken Aroma of coffee Wafting gently on the breeze Calls mewmie from her dreams. Eyes are opened wide, Covers are tossed aside, Sleeping kittens fly. Oh, too short the night! I hang on for dear life! Need my snuggle time.
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