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When rodent souls arise from traps, then Angelmice go flutterflap up to a pretty paradise; one made especially for mice; a place way up above the clouds where fiendish felines aren’t allowed
If you’ve time, please take a look at the rhyme within this book. It’s a rhyme that I once read that goes round inside my head. ‘In a universe, in a galaxy, on a planet of
1st Verse: When the veil of dusk descends and the sky is black as ink, then my old familiar friends, the shining stars begin to blink like eyes of an awe-struck crowd;
Gentlemen of the jury. Please, listen to my petition. There is no cause for such fury against this happy repetition. To rhyme is not a crime. Some rhymes can be sublime; poetry in its prime