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Up in Smoke
Grey slender almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
Into streaming metal garb ~
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is
Smokey.
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