Keep Myself The Same
Freedom, I Always Take
Former Offenister...
There It Is.
Make Simpler.
I Spoke With
My Poet Folk
Thought Was
Spoke As Squirrels Was.
Now They, So MANY!!!
Now... Silent???
Here, Still Here...
But Soundless All Spoke
So Squirrels Really Spoke?
I Like Better With
Soft...
Un.
Ummmmm.
That's What Is.
Reminder.
I Wish It Carve Out The Pure
Joy And Adapted Laughter
Before All The Squirrel
Scattering... I Know!
But, Where Did They Speak?
I'm So Selfish.
Oh Well...
hahahahaha...
Down A Fundementally
Quantumly Over Undertone
Long Longing Long
Octaves Bottomly Looms
The Darker Laughtered...
Not So Squeeky.
-Gray Squirrel
01-11-2026
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