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how to catch a church mouse  (  ffuts citcadid  )

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as a rubber ball, if falling

on a breeze as colds


sneezing from the tors of moorlands

to the bogs of wolds


in the church's dirt they're lurking

chewing on a pew


running through the organ's organs

as the buggers do


shitting on the vicar's hymn books

pissing in the font


nibbles on communion crackers

in their restaurant


sweetly sleep the congregation

dreams of cakes & doves


sit with nimble, ninja fingers

wear a pair of gloves


as the waxen candles flicker

phantom flaps of flame


grab as fattened cats are napping

play the bloody game

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