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Harvest is over,Crops are in, andFalls's first killing frostStirs feelings of melancholySustained by winter's cold,With its bare trees,Migration, hibernation,Wisdom of fallow fields and
Whenever you look at a clock, seconds tick away. Wheneer you take a step, millions are taken. Wenever you say a word, coversations begin and end. Whenever you do anything,
Run in circles like a mouse in a trap. Squeak, squeak: "I’m a victim. Everyone else is a cat Playing with the end of my tail. " Only the strongest shall avail.
Pitter, Patter Scitter, Scatter Mice on the floor Bump, Thump Rock, Knock Who’s at the door? Scratching Screaming I bet she’s bleeding Cleaning is such a chore Wailing