Then this ebony cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy meows art quiet as murmur, thou,” I said, “art sure no bore,
Ghastly fluffy and young kitten wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy name is so I may adore!”
Quoth the Server “404.”
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