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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.

Can't take another episode...

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