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Cats and brews

Nobody cared her name was Mary Crew
But when on darkest nights
Cats went out but came back only a few
Some bloodied as if they'd been in a fight
Somewhere over the Mews
But who lived there but that sorry sight
The old witch and her brews
What's in there but cat bits, herbs and spice.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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