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In the small hours

Little Brûlée went away

From under my hand

Into God’s remand.

Brûlée rests, such I will pray,

Within God’s bowers

Without the clay cast

Brûlée’s Spirit shined within

My heart to enfold.

Mere a kitten cold

Brûlée sweet was a runt thin

Unmade long to last

Thus could I nab him

Taking him to where I live

And me to his care.

Cream and milk to share

Half and half we each could give

Comfort on a whim

Near cat whisker thin

Our term the clock was stroking.

   Brûlée purred away

‘Til was nothing left,

Time and again invoking


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