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Hamster Poem
Author: RebekahSource: www.hamster-club.com
 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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by Albert Saliba