NaPoWriMo Poem for April 44th

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a smile at the corner of your mouse

on your face a mouth that smiles
in your head a mouse
wiggles waves and scampers miles
thinks your skull’s a house

string cheese is his guilty pleasure
stolen from your bites
puts it with his other treasure
secrets and delights

that is why at times a tickle
in your throat or nose
tells you that his path is fickle
as he comes and goes

you may say he isn’t really
anything at all
but his tale’s a peach a dilly
he will answer–call!

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