The maple creaks
under the weight of the sparrow.
The devious cat thinks to corner a drifting leaf,
while the squirrel remonstrates.
My wheel chair does not do well on stairs.
You come.
Not afraid anymore,
I tell you things.
The maple creaks
under the weight of the sparrow.
The devious cat thinks to corner a drifting leaf,
while the squirrel remonstrates.
My wheel chair does not do well on stairs.
You come.
Not afraid anymore,
I tell you things.
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