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Poor Squirrel

I was driving down 
the lonely street 
when both our eyes 
did scarcely meet, 
and you tried 
to take cover, 
but ruefully, 
I ran you over.  
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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