Another cool poem!

My hamster was always there, Eating and playing with out a care. Soft and warm he always was, A small, fat ball of fuzz. All night he would nibble and run, He always had a lot of fun. I always loved to see his tiny face, Running in his wheel as if it were a race. My hamster started getting old. One day his tiny body was cold. I dug very far down, And placed his body in the ground. Now he is no longer here. I miss that little hamster that I loved dear. Someday we will meet again. I will miss him until then.

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Shazam!
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