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Little Miss Mouse
Little Miss Mouse in her paisley dress
dainty and quiet and one of the best
gardeners in her town of Sweet Ness
she tilled
and she tilled
and she tilled
her soil
mice traveled afar for her magical oils
She grew lavender
sweet magnolias
and tuberose too
cinnamon
sage
and bright white…
clusters …
of…
fever few
There were long lines of mice
circling her garden
searching for tranquility
and a calmness to life
While her tiny customers patiently waited
they exchanged everyday stories of field mice strife
From Miss Mouse’s garden grew a healing touch
on her hands and knees she tilled and toiled
making a lasting impression on her mouse community
blessing many lives with her healing oils
*Poems for Peanut*
Gwendolen R.
7-9-12
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