Mice People
you got no
squattin
rights
here
you know what
happens this
time of the
year
it gets bone cold
at least starts
in your fingers
and toes
should've moved
on earlier gotten
a head start
but can't
seem to keep
in mind the
grasshopper
and the ant
nothin to do
now you're
in the
house
except set out
tiny tables of
peanut butter
for you
and yours
instead of
extention
cords
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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