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Larry Curly Moe and Shemp

That squirrel is getting to me my cousin lamented. But the squirrel got killed by a car, and grief fermented. She had left a nest of babies, all together there were four Larry fed them with eyedroppers, not afraid of rabies or more He named them Larry Curly Moe and Shemp; they were now in his care. Did not seem to mind the rodent smell that was clearly in the autumn air Brought them next to his bed, so he could do night feedings too. He has gone crazy for them said his wife, little Annabelle Lou.

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