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The eight year old has the older kitty trained to kiss her. She gets annoyed at the younger one because he refuses to humor her. I'm not big on kitty kisses myself...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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