//cat verse dashed off
>A thousand purrs are echoing in air
>now that it's almost dear old Hallowe'en.
>Numerous black cats will ride from here to there,
>seated on broomsticks straight as ancient queens,
(>behind arointed witches from MacBeth,
>who will torment you, old Will Shakespeare saith.)
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