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Our Mom died five years ago today. Covid took her. I prefer to be alone in my foul mood In the big park on an empty bench sat yours truly and a ten pound bag of nuts Others were having a lively Sunday far from the bench The nuts were placed between two trees One squirrel chomped on the shell Nine nuts later looking for more Three other squirrels some smaller partaked Lovely company on a sad day Leaving they continued their banquet by their trees
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
Shelled Nut Banquet
Our Mom died five years ago today. Covid took her. I prefer to be alone in my foul mood In the big park on an empty bench sat yours truly and a ten pound bag of nuts Others were having a lively Sunday far from the bench The nuts were placed between two trees One squirrel chomped on the shell Nine nuts later looking for more Three other squirrels some smaller partaked Lovely company on a sad day Leaving they continued their banquet by their trees
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60/F/Near a beach US
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
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