Bridge's Garden
Seven sneezes in a row A cold touch burns my soul.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
A tiny squirrel's humble hum
Like a sweet lullaby is sung
Like a lost nut is found
No need to be huge and heavy
A tiny squirrel always has its humble fun
Oh deer, what is that in your bear hands?
Isn't it someone's beloved precious plus one?
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