When I was in fifth grade in the little town of Post Falls, Idaho, a teacher had us read the following poem: I think mice Are rather nice; Their tails are long, Their faces small; They haven’t any Chins at…
When I was in fifth grade in the little town of Post Falls, Idaho, a teacher had us read the following poem: I think mice Are rather nice; Their tails are long, Their faces small; They haven’t any Chins at…