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LEMONADE.


This was it.

This was the one.

Triangulated

They head.......AIM......

Toward the woods.

Big bad oak

hugs shallow

green,brown eyes.

(told you they were spies).

Where did the squirrels come from?

(They're on the run like you and I.

Be careful not 2 slip on the lemonade,

dripping down-

heading-

the ground).

(c)3/09/2021. Wired6.

 

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