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Jun 2016
Little squirrel as I watch you climb the tree
I am amazed at how lithe your feet can be.
Running up or running down
Some how you never hit the ground.
No matter how much rain, wind, or snow you see
Some how you still make it safely up and down the tree.
Written by
Frank Thomas
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