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Poor Squirrel

I was driving down 
the lonely street when both of our
scared eyes did meet, and you tried to take cover, but ruefully,
I ran you over. Unfortunately,
you died. Broken,
I hurt inside. There was nothing
I could do. My heart still
aches for you. Every time
I see a squirrel in the middle
of the road, my stomach
begins to twirl. I stop the car,
and let him go. I cannot take
one more episode...

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