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A dormouse woke and scratched his head,
He’d slept a long duration,
“What could I possibly need,” he said,
“After six months hibernation?
“I don’t want drink or to be fed,”
But with quiet contemplation,
Stated “What I wish for now instead,
“Is more rest and relaxation.”
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Oh To Be A Dormouse
5 June 2026
47
Literary Fiction
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