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Jan 2011
I often come down here          (cold)
Into the cistern                           (damp)
Into the chalice of                     (holy)
Mouse run dark                          (secret)
Mother and Father                    (power)
Cannot hear me                          (listen)
As I splash quiet                         (deep)
With my friends                         (love)
Fuzzy and wet                              (hold)
And squeaking                            (happiness)
As we                                               (together)
Roil round                                     (joy)
And laugh.                                     (forever)
copyright 2011 T.P. Mooney
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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