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The yellow one from the bakery
smelled like a cream puff-
she followed us home.
We buried our faces
in her sweet fun.
One cat hid her head
while I practiced the violin
But she came out for piano.
At night she played sonatas
on my quilt.
One cat built a secret nest
in my socks.
One sat in the window
staring up the street all day
while we were at school.
One cat loved the radio dial.
One cat almost smiled.
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