Mice

Little field mice sit with me
Eating crumpets, drinking tea
Many times I come to them
To share a tale of woe
When they listen then I find
I'm suddenly good to go
For all the strangeness in this life
I'm glad to say they ease the strife

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.