author: Hal Summers, "My Old Cat"
content: 'My old cat is dead / Who would butt me with his head. / He had the sleekest
  fur, / He had the blackest purr, / Always gentle with us / Was this black puss,
  / But when I found him today / Stiff and cold where he lay, / His look was a lion''s,
  / Full of rage, defiance: / O! he would not pretend / That what came was a friend
  / But met it in pure hate. / Well died, my old cat.'
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