Never Ending
theres a chair,
by the lonely window pane,
that rocks back and forth,
back and forth,
it squeaks with every move,
like a mouse with no home,
whimpering in agony,
of sadness,
in trouble,
wherever the mouse is,
always with a never ending sound;
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