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Several times, Someone pounded on my walls, Miraculous earlier food arrived canned and two bags the kitties love, And a bag of Chick O lay, No kitty litter, No knock, No horn, Opened the door it was just there, Eight O’clock I open my food for one of three or four women, No one elseContinue reading “Eight oclock”