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Stinker
Ruby
A bedraggled old yellar cat,
has come to live here, where we're at.
He's not glamourous by far,
no is he a star.
He's just another stray,
Who has lost his way.
I don't know how he got his name;
or how he achieved his claim to fame.
I do know he holds his tail high,
as he goes strolling by.
Perhaps he thinks he's a lion;
king of the jungle.
Here he has his reign of this domain.
He has won the hearts of us cat lovers;
it means free tidbits and leftovers.
To others he is just a nuisance;
a flea bitten critter;
A cat who was born into the wrong litter

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