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Sep 2015
The Mouse
The mouse in the hole in the floor.
Was gray little thing. But brave as could be.
In and out she would go.Just to smell the cheese.
The cats would gather to see as they could catch her.
One cat two cats now there are three.
Fast as she could go she would run.
Under the door, she would go.
And there was the fourth.
And now there is no mouse to look for.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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