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5:39 am

he's dead - he's dead!

the old bastard's dead!

i never thought the fighting feline

would cease to limp across

that old porch

his matted fur

and mattered eyes

his tattered bed

and crackling spine

but he's dead - he's dead!

the old bastard's dead!

the wanderer released

from life walks ahead!

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