When she licks her coat ””it rains, In her eyes a new moon stains. When she's purring in the house, She weaves a turban for the mouse! When she combs her fur so blown, The thread draws from fleece, alone. Spindle, on its own is spinning, The mouse feels his head is whizzing!
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