Malicious, plotting squirrel,
sends its angry rain.
Oh, the liberties it takes,
with my precious fruit trees.
A pear slams into my head;
my temple, burning blue.
Rising lump of blue,
from vicious squirrel;
swelling on my head
from his violent pear-rain.
Standing beneath the pear tree,
I do a double-take.
Squirrel always takes;
gives nothing; leaving me so blue.
Into ...
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