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The Tom Cat At midnight in the alley A tomcat comes to wail, And he chants the hate of a million years As he swings his snaky tail. He will lie on a rug tomorrow And lick his silky fur, And veil the brute in his yellow eyes And play he's tame, and purr. But at midnight in the alley He will crouch again and wail, And beat the time for demon's song With the swing of his demon's tail. ~Don Marquis
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