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Martha wanted blue curtains, but Sylvia wanted green. When the claws came out, Martha admired Sylvia's
rib-cracking hiccups. They thundered through her chest and shook Sylvia down to her new shoes. Sylvia wanted nothing more than to
curl up in a corner and go to sleep. Too bad
Iwill play a rhapsody.Falling through feeling and falling through time.You won't know me to see me but I'll come to you in rhyme
;the mouse ran up the clock, tic-tic-tic-tic-tock!He got hit by a rock,now go to sleep, before I
use potassium chloride!All through house not a sound from the mouse.
