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A Piece of Cheese

There over there
Far across the room
A little farther
There is sits all in one place
A mouse has nibbled it
The color has been drained
A Piece of cheese sits there
It must be old
For if it were fresh
There would be no spots
Who am I to take away the mouse’s meal
I think I’ll leave
I’ll let it stay



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