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Apr 2019
a squirrel chasing a
squirrel up the tree
to climb the bark and have my home in the bough
to bury my nuts as a treasure in the ground
to swish my long bushy tail
and frolic with the autumn wind
a life of simple pleasuring
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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