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mice
Mice
Mice in the shed, she demanded
I do something.
I found three mice,
surprisingly easy to catch like they
had been saved.
Living on old newspapers and
still -born manuscripts
not much of a diet.
Kill them she demanded.
I put them in a shoebox
made a few holes and gave them
some bread crumbs.
In the tall grass, by the road verge
I let them out, that is they would
rather stay in the box.
Finally, they got the message and
disappeared.
I looked up and said:
“What about it God any chance to
win on the lotto?
Mice in the shed, she demanded
I do something.
I found three mice,
surprisingly easy to catch like they
had been saved.
Living on old newspapers and
still -born manuscripts
not much of a diet.
Kill them she demanded.
I put them in a shoebox
made a few holes and gave them
some bread crumbs.
In the tall grass, by the road verge
I let them out, that is they would
rather stay in the box.
Finally, they got the message and
disappeared.
I looked up and said:
“What about it God any chance to
win on the lotto?
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