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'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'Muttered Father Christmas one year.'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.