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Every night when I get home

I let my pet theories out of their cages.

How they rejoice and romp

How they scurry round the room

Some rebound from the walls

Some skip, some hop, some limp

Many roll over so I can tickle their tummies

Or arch their backs for a good stroke.

In a few cases they give me a playful scratch

Or a loving nibble, which hardly hurts.

They have been such loyal friends

All these years. Dear theories!