Way up there, in that tree
I'm pretty sure that I see
Something fluffy that belongs to me.
Monday, April 25, 2011
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6 comments:
A squirrel or a fluffy, Slinky?
I mean stuffy!
She looks carved from stone.
Wait... a note from the boys --
Dearest Slinky, maiden fair
Looking into tree right there
It's toward you that we do stare
If fluffy things call to thee
(And fluffiness, we can be!)
We would climb into that tree
Ooo! Ooo! Is it a squirrel? I'll be right over!
Bunny
What a greyt picture!! So expressive!
What's up there?
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