I read and write poems to just figure out this thing called life....
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Wednesday, 26 December 2012
To a squirrel
Come play with me
Why should you run
through the shaking trees
As though I '
d a
gun
To kill you?
when
all I would do
Is to scratch your head
touch
your tail
and
let you go.....
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