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The squirrel woke up from the first snow
who didn't know why she came so late
The lonely tree hole isn't quite snuggle
as when there are more to nuzzle with
The coldness drives him to eat more every time he wakes up
Why the hibernation isn't meant to be any more
TV noises, cell phone clicks, car engines roaring over the pale color of winter
or the missing you far far away into tropical
that overpowers the spring
in the ever so real dream
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