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I liked the cat the way it was.
\nWith countless heads
\nand endless claws.
\nBut then I heard
\nthey cloned a cat
\nwho only ate and slept and shat.
\nPlease trade in
\nyour present model.
\nThis time I can’t mollycoddle !<\/p>\n

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