Tweed eyes, golden-blue orange tabby,
Why did the morning dampen your paws?
Orange-blue gold Dominic De coco Margarity,
Ah, a pressing morning dry these weekends.
Flutter of deluge, sat in the curtains a shades too smokey.
A not-cake cake, still a cake though not, glacé a presto coat au pair.
Drie-y mum-daags a bark of hot bother. Pining a smoke as is ach-res every mourning.
Good grief, it's just turned son-daag, oi puss! Not-fried fried. Fry-yay Freud. Lid on a handle be raised in slight ideal tilt. A wilt ideal is oi puss all over again.
Believed a bereaved
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