Poem #2

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A cat wandered around.

Why, you may ask?

Well, it's quite simple.

Its owner fell down,

And cracked their back.

They bled to death,

Cried the whole time,

And now we have a 

Homeless little rat.

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Does this even count as a poem if only two things rhyme?

My inspiration was from a friend who kept on telling me a bunch of unfortunate things. I was also readiNg some sad cat stories. 

:D

Feel like I'm just typing random stuff now.

Welp. Bye.

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