We Are Always Our Biggest Problem!
C Chuy Amante
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I hunted, walked, searched, listened,
cursed and did my worst
to find those squeaky little mice
I'd stop, they'd stop
they weren't being very nice
at last aghast the clue i knew
when my shoes wet with chicken poo poo
squeaked! ! ! !
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