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One dark and dreary day
There in a rubble pile Left by the Earthquake’s sway A kitten with a sweet smile, Eyes of emerald green, A coat of tortoise shell, You were a little queen I knew I could love well. I took you home and fed you Then returned you to the spot, But they had abandoned you And that was not your lot. Then late that evening I went looking again, You came to me running, I picked you up with a grin Precious little kitten So I brought you home, And I made a promise Never to let you go. Eleven years have come and gone And I’ve never regretted that day, To my heart you bring a song It’ll always be that way.
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