Opuss' Dream On top of a mountain where ghost winds moan, There lived a cat who had no home, He was ragged and old and His eyes told a tale Of a poor old cat with a raggedy tail. The cat was called Opuss and his passion was words: #poems of giants and golden-plumed birds, He once had a dream that he'd leave this abode, And live in a place where it no longer snowed. Then one day, when the snowflakes were pouring, And Opuss was sitting there, quietly snoring, A woman appeared through the dark shroud of mist, 'Opuss, your dream has come true!' She hissed. So Opuss came back to a comfortable home, Where he never would run and never would roam, And that is the story, I'm happy to say, Which brought us all here on this poetic day! Long live Opuss!
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