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Post by SunnyGirl on Feb 8, 2004 15:48:27 GMT -5
The whiskey fell to the barroom floor, the bar closed down for the night. A little brown mouse crawled out of his hole, and stood in the pale moonlight.
The mouse lapped the whiskey off the barroom floor, and back on his haunches he sat. And all night long you could hear him roar, bring on that g*dd*mn cat.
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