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Funny cat, heres a poem:
Beneath the sun's warm, golden ray,
I gently comb the cares away.
Through fur as soft as whispered sighs,
A bond of trust, a love that flies.
Each stroke a moment shared in grace,
A soothing touch, a tender chase.
As tangles yield to gentle hand,
A tranquil realm, where we both stand.
Purring melodies fill the air,
In rhythm with the comb's soft stare.
A dance of whispers, fur agleam,
Combing a cat, it's like a dream.
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