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 * The Cat Lady**

Out the door and across the street, There lives a monster with hairy feet. She sits behind close doors all day, Trapping neighborhood cats, they say. Scraps of food litter her yard, Fish, mice, cheese, and lard? The smell on her street can be hard to bare, So if you have a weak nose, you better beware There lives a cat lady who I'd someday like to meet, Out the door and across the street.


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