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a poem writen by a very good squirrel friend of mine:
I'm a gangsta squirrel, got me a gun. I'm a gangsta squirrel, always on da run. I raid tha birdfeeder every night, I get away with it cause I'm tight. All the female squirrels wanna mate with me, cause I got the most children in this oak tree. I'm smokin' acorns every day, I'm sellin' acorns, cause I gotta get paid. I'm rollin' round town in my squirrely benz, I'm rollin with my squirrely friends.
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