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these days it seems that you can hardly go to the pierwithout being hassled by the cats who think they own the placethere's too many cats i wonder how they got therewhen will they leave? who keeps feeding them?the kitties and their peers down at the pier appear sincere but i knowthey got somethin' planned down there by the sandafraid to interfere, I have a fear, won't disappear cause i knowsome evil scam, rifle in each handit may sound strange but there's a fear they invoke in mewith their piercing yellow eyes they just look at me, laughing hystericallythere's too many cats i wonder how they got therewhen will they leave? who keeps feeding them?the kitties and their peers down at the pier appear sincere but i knowthey got somethin' planned down there by the sandafraid to interfere, I have a fear, won't disappear cause i knowsome evil scam, rifle in each hand (x2)these days it seems that you can hardly go to the pierwithout being hassled by the cats who think they own the placethere's too many cats i wonder how they got therewhen will they leave? who keeps feeding them?(various meows and reeeows) From Letras Mania