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Country MorningMerrily the jolly squirrels bark to each other as they joyfully hop from limb to limb high above in the glistening icy branches of the old birch tree as the bad tempered blue jays quarrel amongst themselves on a cold country morning. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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