Thoughts of a small boy, She was my great Aunt but I always called her Gran. I have to agree with Gran a mouse runs along the stone floor And it pops back into a small hole in the wainscot. Mouse! I shout. Gran grabs a broom I’ve seen her do this before She always leaves the door open and all of... Sign in to see full entry.
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