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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. 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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