| Re: OT: The cat's balloon
 we used to call that ''the midnight crazies'' ...the cat would bolt at high speed throughout the house and then bite my toe before running off again
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...and when I'm old and wise
little things mean little to me
like autumn winds they'll blow right through me
and someday, in the mist of time
when they ask you if you knew me
remember that you were a friend of mine
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