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Cheeks

If you see me scurrying away
it's not your fault, I just don't want to play
although most would describe me as cute
usually my mouth is filled with my winter loot
ignore the stripe down my back if you please
it's part of my beauty that comes with ease
and my mating call sounds like clicking
but I'm always the one who's playing chicken
as I scramble about looking for food
hoping I don't put a hawk in the mood
some call me a monk with chips
other say I have the cutest lips
but mostly I am just a tiny critter
hoping to not become someone's fritter
Written by LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
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Author's Note
Entry three in the animal tribute. Next up we'll be visiting the skies for a tribute to a majestic symbol
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