The Flying Squirrelendaz Brothers
There once were 3 squirrels in our residency,
Whose feat’s of acrobatic prowl-ness are legendary,
As they’d race up and down
In barber pole spiral’s around,
The tree’s took on a Candy chiCanery.
The Flying Squirrelendaz Brothers
There once were 3 squirrels in our residency,
Whose feat’s of acrobatic prowl-ness are legendary,
As they’d race up and down
In barber pole spiral’s around,
The tree’s took on a Candy chiCanery.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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