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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

My Poem



Mouse
There’s a mouse running  round the kitchen.
It’s fat and black and hairy.
There’s a mouse running round the kitchen,
and it’s so so freaking.

It’s creeping round the oven,
and I want to set it free.
But this freaky fat mouse is also
scared of me.   


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