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Squirrels- A poem for a friend of mine

Playing in the trees

Fat and happy as can be

Playing in the bushes

Fluffy tails on their tooshes

 

Little pink noses, little gray hands

Fur rough and long as they run as fast as they can

Little black eyes, watching the man

 

Waiting to ambush the bird feeders as fast as they can

LIttle gray squirrels sitting in the bushes

You make me smile, with your furry tooshes

 

 

 

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