Of mice and men

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The old men, the weird men,

the unpleasant, the kind –

- there's the whole bunch of creatures

floating 'round my mind.

They're flirting, they're smiling,

they ask me for the fire,

they're winking, they're thinking

that I'm only the squire.

They're dancing, they're shouting,

they write me down their notes,

they seem to be drinking

my collection of faults.

They're calling me pretty –

- For sure they've drunk more beer

that should suit them. Truly,

they sneak on me and peer.

I think that I will rather

leave their world alone,

and move to some peaceful place,

where I can cry and moan.

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