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Squirrel
The red of his fur,
in a fierce battle
with the green of the grass,
pierces my eyes with the utter most joy.
His joy reaches my heart,
and I feel happy again.
Happy.
in a fierce battle
with the green of the grass,
pierces my eyes with the utter most joy.
His joy reaches my heart,
and I feel happy again.
Happy.
Published 23rd Dec 2014
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