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Mar 2010
theres a squirrel in my garden as grey as grey can beruns along my shed then up in to a treewhen he;s  in the garden looking for some nutsi watch him pick them up then off again he struts he has a fluffy tail that curls up at the endas fluffy as can be with a little bend.he has little hole where he has a bedthen he climbs inside to rest his sleepy headwhen the winter comes he;s nowhere to be foundtucked in his bed until the spring comes back around
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william worthless
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