The night was young
Yet silence reigned Nothing stirred the air The wind had stopped The moon was high The air smelt of gingerbread The tabby sensed He was alone Majestic, did he walk He jumped up And climbed the tree Then, on a branch, he perched From there,, stately did he look around The world is his to command
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Ndaba
9/13/2023 08:55:30 am
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