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Mice
creative writing101
The grass was green,
His hair was red,
There were white mice jumping on his bed.
He wasn't really stupid,
He wasn't really smart,
But he jumped right onto the bed and suddenly began to fart.
The mice jumped and squealed,
always wanting to play,
and he looked down at the little white balls and then began to say, "There are mice in my bed! What's a man to do?! Maybe I just need some camouflage and some big brown shoes!"
And who is not to say that, "When the cat's away the mice shall play!" And very certainly, they do!
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