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Cat
and the Lure of Ice Cream I’m wicked short and plump. I’ve got my eye on myself like the CIA. I shift my eyes and whistle in the aisle. I eat this thing before I even open the lid. I snake the corner like a con on the run. So here I am sitting on the couch, My fat cat ass self Spooning these cool gems Of pure cream, milk, and nuts Into my mouth like a hurricane. |
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