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| 'Miss Mousikins' by Trish |
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Slip Slide go my eyes
This way then that
Trap.
Liar! Liar! Imagination!
Take a corner of cloth,
Suck, slowly suck.
Is this a poem? A dream? A nightmare?
Is it? Who knows?
Not me, not me.
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