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Dorothy Snow
Churchfield Lane, Nottingham
My Cat
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He was a poor thin stray,
When his owners went away,
He had been shot in the head,
With pellets of lead.
His eyes were bleeding and sore,
When he first came to my door,
Now he is silky and fat,
I could never give him back.
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