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“Are you coming?” asked the Orange Cat,
Tossing the question over a furry shoulder.
We just had a nice chat about God-know-what,
And he darted down a well-travelled rabbit path.
He paused to see if I would follow,
Find out where our conversation can go.
But I left him there at the roots of a tree,
Parted by a fence in our destinies.
It won’t have worked out with the Orange Cat,
We both have places the other can’t tread.

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