Meeces

The little urchins crept Around the cottage, late at night And scavenged what they could; Such morsels, scraps and crumbs As they could find. And in the morning Uncle Eric, knowing wink, Would smile “There seems to be A two-legged mouse around the house.” And in the future, then, When round the Twitter, late at…

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You loved my hands And though I couldn’t believe it, I let you. You did for me And though they couldn’t understand, I let you. You died too soon And though I couldn’t stop it, I let you.