| 1234567 | 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.'id: 005948f5-6225-4692-b1dc-8d3acd7d1444
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