There once was a kitten named Nimrod.
He was tiny and a bit odd.
He would meow and meow for hours on end.
His mama wondered when he would run out of wind.
He never did.
He talked and talked from day till night.
Sometimes even in his sleep, it was quite a fright.
On and on everyday.
How could such a little kitten have so much to say?
How much could one brain convey?
How much more his mama could listen is hard to say.
Then one day his mama gave him a pen.
And this is where one story ends
and another begins………
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