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The sonnet project: Sonnet # 11

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The Sleepwalking, Mad-talking, Hedgehogging mouse

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Why Doctors Aren’t Worth the Money

The hearth has burned for hours now, it seems

My head is aching too, I’m sured

Of all the things I whispered in my dreams

For walkers never sleep until they’re cured.

Last night I think I swatted at the flies

And shrieked with laughter at the harvest moon

But through it all I simply closed my eyes

And when I woke it was the afternoon!

The doctors have all tried and failed their case

And watched in vain as I’d romp round the house

They said my madness could not be erased

But it was all because I was a mouse!

What good does it do to heal a rodent?

The pills never work, no matter how potent!

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