My belongings are few
And few of them are new.
A coat of my own. A hat.
Things of my own like that.
I had a honey-colored cat
Who died or ran away.
It's very hard to say.
She just didn't come around one day.
She wasn't my own anyway.
My belongings are few.
I get by. I make do.
But still, I look out for that cat
Praying someday she'll be there.
And fate can be funny.
While looking for "Honey,"
Today, I found a chair.
A folding chair.
My own chair.
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