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| | T.S.Eliot. |
 | | When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same; His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His eneffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name. |
 | | The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about. |
 | | The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing, Rhe RuM Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle; But he'll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing, For there's nothing he enjoys like a horrible muddle. |
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