Squirrel Harem is up and running! So check it out!---
I will not see the open door.
Dancing banshee.
Dancing whore.
The door is closed for me today. The sun can die and go away.
One was light. The other, dark.
Spark fleeting rumors of decay.
May one infect the other's joy?
Spackle the hole. Feed the boy.
-- excerpt from the poem "Refuse the Dance",
by Steven Schweickart
by Steven Schweickart
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Hello friends of Jim! It is I, Mr. Legs. Please, come by my lovely oasis of laughter and joy! I bet you will find my squirrels most enchanting.
Ta Ta!
This is just wrong !
and therefore only moderately amusing....don't you have something to do at work, Jim?
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