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MOUSE HOUSE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In my shoe, I found quite a sight, a small mouse, with fur soft and light. He twitched and he squeaked, as I gasped and I freaked, Then we both took off running in fright! *This poem is written in memoriam and dedicated to the field mouse who mistakenly decided our garage would be a cool place to wait out summer's heat.
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