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| Frida Girl |
Frida:
Wandered into our lives one night,
hungry and underfed
Took up residence in our barn
brought me dead mice in appreciation
for the food and affection
We decided to bring her
into our home
She had attracted the attention
Of rabbit hunters who told us
They shoot strays on sight
She is sweet and grateful
She wakes me up in the morning
And purrs while napping
She hates to be scolded
And always wants to be loved.
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