Here comes the blue cat.
He yawned so wide.
He head-butted the door.
"Come in, bro, out of the sun's glare."
"Dig this awesome poem.
Don't call me a psycho, don't moan.
Sit down, have a snack.
Don't be a hog, don't gobble it back!"
"Heal up your gashes.
The scars from city clashes.
Cheer up, my man,
Don't run back to hell again!"
Blue cat
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