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A Mouse In My House

A little mouse is in my house
Though quietly he creeps
I feel his presence, sense his being
Something short of truly seeing
But now and then he squeaks.

I have a plan, called ‘Have-A-Heart’
It’s most humane, I know
But should I catch this little guy
As elusively he wanders by
I’d lack the heart to let him go.

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