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Soft pink illuminations trickle through The thread bare membrane of curtains Dribbling light down the windows ledge  
I have a cat named Willie He has the nickname of Billy, He loves to meow It’s adorable, anyhow, He has a bell on his collar Which was just a dollar,
It’s 5AM and you’re crying (again).   You’ve climbed, into my bed, onto my chest. You put that cute face in front of mine,   so close, your whiskers poke
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