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More Mice

There were more mice, and more mice,
and more and more mice,
and by midnight, there were close to a hundred,
slidin’ and skatin’ on the waxed wood floor,
as if someone loosed
a bucket of iggy marbles.

It was four below zero,
You could feel it clear through the porch hole,
grown big enough to run a baseball bat,

the corner where their sharp teeth
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