The dust from which I'm made
Had other plans. Sometimes
When I spend the day
Just staring out the window
Or twiddling a length of string
It whispers "You and your refusal
To eat mice! "
Had other plans. Sometimes
When I spend the day
Just staring out the window
Or twiddling a length of string
It whispers "You and your refusal
To eat mice! "
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