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The mice are bad in Khanabad
Not qualifying as a fad 

There it goes inside the tent
And do you see just where it went?

Oh, watch it run beneath my cot
I'll get it with my cooking pot.

It's quick, it's slick, a nasty pick
Where is my handy mocking stick?

Scat, scat, get up and out
I know what you are all about

It scurries underneath my feet
As if to dare to take a peek.

Hurry or he'll get away
Oh, I will catch him anyway.

Sand and dunes shall harbor you
Your entrance here is right on cue.

Winky, slinky, cross and stinky,
I will scare you with my binky.

Snap, snap, get the trap
And snatch the frisky, risky rat.

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Willow

A Caddy's Lament

My Musing

Frivolity

The Doll House

The Interrogation

He Had No Hands

Fickle Candle

Pine

Prince of Memories

Marsh Meanderings

Thanks

My Room

Fall at Twelve

Baseball

Khanabad Mice

Dormant