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Mar 2014
Up on the roof top, a squirrel sat.
I stared at him, and he'd stare right back...

He shook his bushy tail, and across the roof he'd run.
but there he was again, I think he thought it fun...

He'd make a funny noise, like he was scolding me.
Again he shook his tail, and ran away with glee...

The next time that I saw him he was climbing in my tree.
This cute little squirrel, was playing a game you see...

by ~ Judy
True story....
Written by
Judypatooote  ohio
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