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late Jan
late Jan and my toes turn blue
in the living room
and I find myself worrying for the cat
who cries to go out
but soon enough scurries back
not wanting to be frozen like
a miniature woolly mammoth
in the living room
and I find myself worrying for the cat
who cries to go out
but soon enough scurries back
not wanting to be frozen like
a miniature woolly mammoth
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