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Creeping Along the Periphery 

My house has no mice.

I don't think so.

I did see something dart

Down there by the corner, though,

Something gray and mossy.

I've seen them before.

Sometimes, I'm not at home.

If seeing is believing, then I believe,

I must have mice.

I think so.

  • A poem by E.B. Quib.


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