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Dec 2013
He might be a little hairy
but to me he isn't scary
we hang out in the woods
and run through the prairie

we explore the country side
while we just play and hide
letting instinct be our guide
bushy tailed and wild eyed

that's how i spend my time
with the fuzzy friend of mine
carefree as we play and climb
beneath the moon and sunshine

we never have a single worry
as we jump and as we scurry
we are never in a hurry
me and Mr Furry
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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