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Monday, January 19, 2009

compare

pouring rain
our superior intellect
fat, wet squirrel
at home in his fur in the tree
Posted by castlewon at 9:22 PM

1 comment:

farmlady said...

We should all be as at home in our "fur".

January 20, 2009 at 2:40 PM

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