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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Cat
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Love
Backyard
Backyards
Mice
Starving
Fats
Fish
Fishes
Scrawny

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