Son Squirrel Poems

When I grow up I want to be a nutcracker my son said.
I thought he meant ballerina, was he right in the head?
It’s not because...

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With her wet tail to the shore she does run
To drain sea and save her dear drowned son;
I see a mother run with her dead...

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I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was...

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“ Why did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Run over that [dead] squirrel?”
“Because I’m heartless”
“What?”
”Huh?”...

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