I'm as
The starving squirl
That stashed his last pistachio
Is he mad!?
No,
He's nuts
And he has guts also
For when his seeds grow
His young
Will have the tree
More than martyr
More than father
Thinking further
Before his daughters
Were even thought of
He did things
So they could eat
Endless fruit
Is what they'll reap
From what I sowed
Some time ago
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:01 PM UTC
I'm as
The starving squirl
That stashed his last pistachio
Is he mad!?
No,
He's nuts
And he has guts also
For when his seeds grow
His young
Will have the tree
More than martyr
More than father
Thinking further
Before his daughters
Were even thought of
He did things
So they could eat
Endless fruit
Is what they'll reap
From what I sowed
Some time ago
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