Helen McCookerybook
Papa Was A Rolling Pin.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Squirrel
Someone had already run it over, but I had to swerve to avoid it, because its beautiful tail was still aloft and luxuriant, riffling in the evening breeze.
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