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Fox Air B and B
The most welcoming bedroom I ever had was high up in a tree.
My hosts were foxes, I believe there were about twenty-three.
Some hogged the pillow, but most kind of let me be.
They were bragging to everyone about their Air B and B.
We slept well, and it was a good deal, a reasonable fee.
I got poked a few times, one kit laid all night on my knee.
But in the morning, they served me a delicious lemon tee.
And they invited me again to stay with them in that glorious tree.
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Caren Krutsinger
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