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The fat cat on the mat may seem to dreamof nice mice that suffice for him, or cream;but he free, maybe, walks in thoughtunbowed, proud, where loud roared and foughthis kin, lean and slim, or deep in denin the East feasted on beasts and tender men.
The giant lion with iron claw in paw,and huge ruthless tooth in gory jaw;the pard dark-starred, fleet upon feet,that oft soft from aloft leaps upon his meatwhere woods loom in gloom — far now they be, fierce and free, and tamed is he;but fat cat on the mat kept as a pet he does not forget.
J R R Tolkien
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973) was an English writer, poet, philologist, and academic, best known as the author o
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