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Mouse Balls Quizmo LaGrande Creepy little suckers everywhere I look dust and dirt accumulate on every cran and nook. Hairy little critters dashing round the pad, making youngsters happy, making this one sad. At least a dozen daily I capture in the muck; I roll and pick and pluck them and clean out all the gunk. What kind of job is this, my friend, what kind of living pride? Caring for and cleaning little mouse balls… you decide? ~~***~~ Such is life in an elementary school computer lab!
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