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My Black Cat


I went to the garden to see all the sights.

It had been warm on the previous nights.

My Black Cat flew in on his broom, it was June.

The flies swarmed about both our heads.

They got in his eyes, they got in his ears, it just made him swoon.

They flew all around and pestered him bad.

It made me so mad, I cried, "Oh, what the fret!" and bought him a hat with a net!

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