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Monday, January 28, 2002
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-gno
By [#W.B.Yeats]
A poem on squirrels.
COME play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
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