Auld Lang Abigail
It doesn't have to make sense. I'm a cat, remember?
By Cathy holmesPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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Should Abigail’s treats be forgot
e’er mom should lose her mind,
I’ll take a nibble off her leg
and scratch her big behind.
For Abigauld lang syne, my dear.
For Abigauld lang syne.
If mom forgets my treats tonight,
I’ll pay her back in kind.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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