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Ball Of Fuzz
by louis gander I stared in vain through window pane as I was on my own. And lonely I, would sometimes cry as I sat here alone.
The wind was wild and snow had piled up high on window sill. Yet I was warm despite the storm, despite infrequent chill.
My eyes in blur, saw something stir. I raced outside to see. It was a sight. I held it tight and said, "You're safe with me."
So cold she was. I know because she shivered for an hour. Sad eyes were blue and hungry too. She drank, though milk was sour.
Then trusting she, laid down on me - curled tightly in my lap. So soft her fur and quiet purr. She took a prolonged nap.
As seasons came, she was the same - so tame, so loving, swell. And so it was, I know because my mem-ry serves me well.
She was a friend right to the end and trusting as could be. Though snow had blown, the sun once shone on ball of fuzz and me.
I stare in vain through window pane. Again, I'm on my own. And lonely I, will sometimes cry as I sit here alone.
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