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Elegy For Mister Boots

Poor Mister Boots is lying dead, A porcelain feline near his head. He climbed the shelf to better see What that peculiar thing could be. He slipped, they fell, And that was that, 'twas thus a curio killed the cat.

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Date: 7/1/2022 12:06:00 PM
Really good one, Jim. I thoroughly enjoyed it and loved the play on words in the last line. Masterful!
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 7/1/2022 1:34:00 PM
Thanks, L M.