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Classic poem of the day
Three little mice walked into town,
Their coats were grey, and their eyes were brown.
Three little mice went down the street,
With woolwork slippers upon their feet.
Three little mice sat down to dine
On curranty bread and gooseberry wine.
Three little mice ate on and on,
Till every crumb of the bread was gone.
Three little mice, when the feast was done,
Crept home quietly one by one.
Three little mice went straight to bed,
And dreamt of crumbly, curranty bread.
member poem of the day
I think I died today.
Staring at the bare walls;
a knife, a fork, a bottle and
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