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Oh this little mouse
This quite mouse
you scamper you

In the crevice of a noisy day
slips into pin cracks only to rub a worn hand in passing
this thorn of hurried forgetfulness
please hide!

Its in the lone time of the quite room
when the day softly rattles to a halt
outside.
inside is you to me quite quietness
this little thing lies in the middle of the carpet
in the best spot and playful: “I’m yours!”
whined around this finger (trying to point you) oh silly
quite shyly smiles me down
playful wrestles a glance and
and gees alright
I guess you can stay
no-because shucks
I like you