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Long white whiskers,

With sports socks,

Full golden eyes

Of curiosity.

A blacktail

Swishing to and fro

Like a quill on paper

As you inspect our new scents

When our unknown hands glide across your

Sporty coat, your tuxedo.

You curl around us

As we coo at you and your given name,

TUX.

It was you, your attitude, your name

your coat,

it brought us back home,

a home that we lost.

A home that we longed for.

We were saved.

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