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To the Chipmunk in the Garden

I will not beseech you stop stuffing yourself near to exploding even though I feel a need to take the sunflowers, blossoms eroding heads bowed in solemn, silent foreboding save the seeds ignore the needs of one so wild and bold as he feeds to allay the memory of freeze on this August day so mild

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/31/2013 5:39:00 AM
a beautiful write. Welcome to the Soup. Rick
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Date: 8/30/2013 9:03:00 PM
hi Jenny, I like the imagery here. glad they know how to manage the seasons. .luv...linda
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